![]() She wasn't sure where to start and if she should wait until he was larger. The books Jorah had gifted her were precious and offered insight to her family history to augment what Viserys had told her, but there had been nothing about riding a dragon. Of course Daenerys knew nothing about dragon riding. He was already far longer than the zorse but now he was rapidly getting large enough to ride. ![]() Instead she was the Mother to the last dragon in existence, regardless of how easily she settled back upon the saddle of a horse.Įspecially as the small childish part of Daenerys, that part that which still longed for the house with the red door and the lemon tree, that wanted to simply find a peaceful simple life to live, grew more and more excited each day as Ghidorah was slowly and steadily getting larger than her steed. No khalessi had ever had a dragon, much less one for a child, and she would never be the unsure violet-eyed wife to a Khal again. However she never could due to Ghidorah, the golden dragon following her above with his scales sparkling like freshly polished coins in the warm Essos sun as he soared along with her riding. Urging her striped one through the plains with her bloodriders following close behind, the smell of horse and heat thick in her nostrils she could almost think she was simply a typical khalessi. She'd missed riding, having spent months more in a saddle than upon the ground with Drogo, and felt almost as if she'd gone back there in their trek through the great grass sea. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 220641 Chapters: 44/? Comments: 2298 Kudos: 1689 Bookmarks: 401 Hits: 93852ĭaenerys found herself fitting back on the saddle of her zorse as easily as if she'd never left. And doesn't mean you'll just randomly burn the shit out of civilians.Literally all the women in GoT deserve better. ![]() A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms.
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