[ as they make their way down, the darkness of the dungeon becomes all-consuming. for a brief moment, ser jorah wonders if should offer daenerys a hand to help with the potentially treacherous descent, though he ultimately decides to refrain. if she required a hand to steady her she would have asked for one. and, of course, it's not as though she's never been down into the catacomb dungeons before. mayhaps he's just being overprotective as is his wont. daenerys probably knows the steps by heart. ]
[ cautious, half-squinting as his eyes adjust to the lack of light, jorah moves slowly and with care. ]
Anger is not the same as hatred, Your Grace.
[ jorah replies, honest and reassuring, for if the dragons truly despised their mother daenerys would not be standing here drawing breath. ]
[ yes, once he had told her dragons could not be tamed, even by their mother. but if he still believed that he would not be here. would be anywhere but. taming and training viserion and rhaegal will not be easy, especially now, but it can be done. the numerous targaryen dragons of the past are proof of that. and if daenerys ever hopes to take the seven kingdoms training her dragons is a must, for when the people of westeros see them soaring high in the sky, daenerys atop one of their backs, silver hair billowing behind her, the houses loyal house targaryen, the houses that fought for them during the war of the usurper, will rise up, armed and armoured, and the kingdoms will belong to the dragon once more. she will have strength enough then, jorah thinks, knowing that the mere sight of dragons, let alone the first whiff of victory, will be enough to sway non-targaryen loyalists to support daenerys' claim. ]
[ at the sight of viserion and rhaegal, jorah, ever protective, instinctively puts himself in front of daenerys, the heat of the fire breathed out by the dragons combined with the warmth of meereen causing every inch of his body to drip with sweat. it's an unpleasant sensation, but not an unfamiliar one. ]
Keep your distance, Khaleesi, but stand your ground. Show them strength. Do not fear to look them in the eye.
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[ cautious, half-squinting as his eyes adjust to the lack of light, jorah moves slowly and with care. ]
Anger is not the same as hatred, Your Grace.
[ jorah replies, honest and reassuring, for if the dragons truly despised their mother daenerys would not be standing here drawing breath. ]
[ yes, once he had told her dragons could not be tamed, even by their mother. but if he still believed that he would not be here. would be anywhere but. taming and training viserion and rhaegal will not be easy, especially now, but it can be done. the numerous targaryen dragons of the past are proof of that. and if daenerys ever hopes to take the seven kingdoms training her dragons is a must, for when the people of westeros see them soaring high in the sky, daenerys atop one of their backs, silver hair billowing behind her, the houses loyal house targaryen, the houses that fought for them during the war of the usurper, will rise up, armed and armoured, and the kingdoms will belong to the dragon once more. she will have strength enough then, jorah thinks, knowing that the mere sight of dragons, let alone the first whiff of victory, will be enough to sway non-targaryen loyalists to support daenerys' claim. ]
[ at the sight of viserion and rhaegal, jorah, ever protective, instinctively puts himself in front of daenerys, the heat of the fire breathed out by the dragons combined with the warmth of meereen causing every inch of his body to drip with sweat. it's an unpleasant sensation, but not an unfamiliar one. ]
Keep your distance, Khaleesi, but stand your ground. Show them strength. Do not fear to look them in the eye.