Mm there is a difference. When I rode Drogon for the sheer joy of it, I felt like nothing could touch us. In battle, I constantly feared for his life and the lives of my men below.

(She grew weary of that fear - of waiting - and she new, in one fell swoop, that she could win a long-standing war. So she did.)

That sounds nice. I only had my brother when I was growing up. He ensured I had the best tutors the East could provide, but the stress of our exile became too much for him. If our parents...or our eldest brother...had been with us, maybe things would have been better.

(Having her mother and eldest brother around would have been extremely helpful. However her father was probably best off dead.)