Yes. [ The admission comes easier than it should. ] Always the same. A red comet in the sky, a betrayal, a prince who tells me I must sail home. Is it the omen I must fear, or only the voice who brought me the tidings?
[ Or myself. There's a curious note in her tone. She isn't sad, precisely, but she sounds distant, as if she's alone and speaking to someone who isn't there.
His hand is deft enough that she doesn't object to his touch. It's the first touch she's felt since Ser Barristan held her back, tried to stop her from vaulting over the wall to run to Drogon, and she doesn't want to pull her hand away. Perhaps it's that that prompts her to answer honestly.
To return to my people. That is what I must do.
But a stronger voice whispers that that is a lie. ]
To go home. [ Now she sounds sad. ] I have always looked for a red door, but it seems I will never find it again. Instead, I must go back to where I belong, and be a queen. And to do that, I must bring ruin.
[ She doesn't sound as if she wants that. But perhaps frighteningly, she sounds as if she's begun to accept it. ]
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[ Or myself. There's a curious note in her tone. She isn't sad, precisely, but she sounds distant, as if she's alone and speaking to someone who isn't there.
His hand is deft enough that she doesn't object to his touch. It's the first touch she's felt since Ser Barristan held her back, tried to stop her from vaulting over the wall to run to Drogon, and she doesn't want to pull her hand away. Perhaps it's that that prompts her to answer honestly.
To return to my people. That is what I must do.
But a stronger voice whispers that that is a lie. ]
To go home. [ Now she sounds sad. ] I have always looked for a red door, but it seems I will never find it again. Instead, I must go back to where I belong, and be a queen. And to do that, I must bring ruin.
[ She doesn't sound as if she wants that. But perhaps frighteningly, she sounds as if she's begun to accept it. ]