(To give a heart and have it returned is never easy, but at least his still beats. She had little warning before Jon did the unthinkable. She tenses, anger and pain flashing in her eyes.)

My council... They betrayed me. They convinced him that he was more fit to rule and that I was...mad. I know who swayed him and if I see either of them again, I will kill them.

(Tyrion Lannister. She should have never trusted a lion. Or a dragon who masquerades as a wolf.)

My father was mad. He was brutal, ruthless and he did as he wished with no regard to those around him. I have freed slaves. I have saved cities. I have raised three dragons. I survived...many, many attempts on my life. I amassed an army large enough to conquer Westeros in one day.

I did what I set out to do. It was my methods that they disliked. For that, they killed me.

Is that justice? Is the world better for it?

(She shakes her head and closes her eyes, finding her calm.)

Are you free? I could come to you. (To be near someone who understands would be nice.) You will see them if I am given them.