"Shaggydog." That one, out of all of Ghost's brothers and sisters, amuses her the most. It's cute, likely what a child would call their pet. It makes her think of innocent things, children.--
--and her mind drifts to her own children. Not her dragons, not this time, but to children she's never met. Children promised to her in some life, if what Grothia says is true. Flesh and blood. Would one of her children name their dragon a silly thing? She cannot recall any silly dragon names for those in the Targaryen dynasty. No, instead, there was only the great and fierce ones, such as Balerion the Dread. Even he must have been a sweet thing, once.
She shudders in his arms at the reminder of home. Her eyes and nose burn, tingling, and she has to take a shuddering breath as she hugs him tighter, fighting tooth and nail to maintain her composure.
The problem with not sleeping for so very many days is that weaknesses find opportunities to sneak past defenses. Thoughts one might steel him or herself against suddenly find life. If she'd only been a little stronger, she'd not been taken, and she could have helped Robb if he'd needed it.
"I was on the boat to Marie Antoinette with Jeyne. I'd been awful to her. She kept insisting we'd left him." Her arms tighten around his neck. Naked chests pressed close, his body heat, it's more comforting than she could ever explain. "I'd chided her, but all I could think of is how I would be the same if it was you."
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--and her mind drifts to her own children. Not her dragons, not this time, but to children she's never met. Children promised to her in some life, if what Grothia says is true. Flesh and blood. Would one of her children name their dragon a silly thing? She cannot recall any silly dragon names for those in the Targaryen dynasty. No, instead, there was only the great and fierce ones, such as Balerion the Dread. Even he must have been a sweet thing, once.
She shudders in his arms at the reminder of home. Her eyes and nose burn, tingling, and she has to take a shuddering breath as she hugs him tighter, fighting tooth and nail to maintain her composure.
The problem with not sleeping for so very many days is that weaknesses find opportunities to sneak past defenses. Thoughts one might steel him or herself against suddenly find life. If she'd only been a little stronger, she'd not been taken, and she could have helped Robb if he'd needed it.
"I was on the boat to Marie Antoinette with Jeyne. I'd been awful to her. She kept insisting we'd left him." Her arms tighten around his neck. Naked chests pressed close, his body heat, it's more comforting than she could ever explain. "I'd chided her, but all I could think of is how I would be the same if it was you."