(Drogon is a decent size and fully capable of killing his own prey. Or setting someone aflame.
Daenerys is a petite woman, yet every inch a queen. When she answers the door, she is wearing a dress in light blue, her hair loose of its braids. When she fell in King's Landing, she lost the right to wear her braids with pride. She must re-earn her pride, her dignity and her sanity.
She smiles in surprise upon seeing him, recognizing him if only because of the enchanting color of his skin.)
Yes. (Daenerys steps back to allow him inside.) Fjord?
(Drogon looks up from his perch by the sofa, blowing out a small cloud of smoke.)
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Daenerys is a petite woman, yet every inch a queen. When she answers the door, she is wearing a dress in light blue, her hair loose of its braids. When she fell in King's Landing, she lost the right to wear her braids with pride. She must re-earn her pride, her dignity and her sanity.
She smiles in surprise upon seeing him, recognizing him if only because of the enchanting color of his skin.)
Yes. (Daenerys steps back to allow him inside.) Fjord?
(Drogon looks up from his perch by the sofa, blowing out a small cloud of smoke.)
Make yourself comfortable. Are you thirsty?