[Daenerys is a light sleeper. Such is the nature of always expecting an assassin at your back. Thus, she's up long before he actually speaks her title, but she does not sit up until he does so.
She is certainly less kempt than she'd like to be, but if Jon thought coming to her in the wee hours of the morning was going to help his case, he is sorely mistaken.
Daenerys does not acknowledge him with words at first as she combs one hand through what little silver hair is on her head. Instead, she moves to place a pair of secondhand slip ons on her feet before turning. She is clad only in a white nightdress, threadbare and tied at her hip. But that does not stop her from saying:]
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She is certainly less kempt than she'd like to be, but if Jon thought coming to her in the wee hours of the morning was going to help his case, he is sorely mistaken.
Daenerys does not acknowledge him with words at first as she combs one hand through what little silver hair is on her head. Instead, she moves to place a pair of secondhand slip ons on her feet before turning. She is clad only in a white nightdress, threadbare and tied at her hip. But that does not stop her from saying:]
By your leave.
[Her tone is ice cold, as are her violet eyes.]