[Daenerys follows dutifully, holding true to her word. She does not echo a complaint or fall behind him for any stretch of time that she can help it. She is practiced for long journey, though mostly on horseback or dragonback these days -- still, she goes steady.
It isn't until they near the top of the building that she starts to show any sort of fatigue. Her gait slows only slightly, but moreover, some sweat shines on her pale skin.
She ignores it, and says nothing until Jon stops to look at her again. Her chest is still rising and falling deeply with the effort to catch her breath while simultaneously taking great pains not to seem weak in front of her nephew.
When he looks upon her, he will notice that she has clearly been struggling to hold in her frustration with him.]
I understand that you should respect me enough not to speak of my supposed ignorance to a strange audience who knows naught of me. An audience whom knows nothing of my claim, or my dragons, or what I went through to be the woman I am. Things you know next to nothing about as well.
[Her voice waivers. She is fighting not to shout, but more importantly, something is swimming in her eyes. It's not tears -- it's something orange that only shows when what little light there is hits them in just the right way.]
Do you understand, now? I am a grown woman and yes, a queen however you seek to discredit the weight of that. I am not one of your younger sisters needing my hand held through every curiosity this world has to offer.
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It isn't until they near the top of the building that she starts to show any sort of fatigue. Her gait slows only slightly, but moreover, some sweat shines on her pale skin.
She ignores it, and says nothing until Jon stops to look at her again. Her chest is still rising and falling deeply with the effort to catch her breath while simultaneously taking great pains not to seem weak in front of her nephew.
When he looks upon her, he will notice that she has clearly been struggling to hold in her frustration with him.]
I understand that you should respect me enough not to speak of my supposed ignorance to a strange audience who knows naught of me. An audience whom knows nothing of my claim, or my dragons, or what I went through to be the woman I am. Things you know next to nothing about as well.
[Her voice waivers. She is fighting not to shout, but more importantly, something is swimming in her eyes. It's not tears -- it's something orange that only shows when what little light there is hits them in just the right way.]
Do you understand, now? I am a grown woman and yes, a queen however you seek to discredit the weight of that. I am not one of your younger sisters needing my hand held through every curiosity this world has to offer.