“Why, she looked a bit like you, Daenerys.” He bowed low. “Sleep well, my queen.” Dany shivered, and pulled the lionskin tight about her. She looked like me. It explained much that she had not truly understood. He wants me, she realized. He loves me as he loved her, not as a knight loves his queen but as a man loves a woman.
Ewwwwww nooooo poor Dany
