And yet here I stand.
I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl.
No. You are the blood of the dragon.
The whispering was growing fainter, as if Ser Jorah were falling father behind.Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words.
Fire and Blood," Daenerys told the swaying grass.
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