“I want to protect you but … it is so hard. To be strong. I don’t always know what I should do. I must know, though. I am all they have. I am the queen … the … the …”
“… mother,” whispered Missandei.
“Mother to dragons.” Dany shivered.
“No. Mother to us all.”
You’re a mother, aren’t you? There’s kindness in your eyes.
And sadness. But a ferocity too.