[The thoughts are growing louder. It was no longer a hum but a rushing torrent. Emotions translated into words, whispering and clawing at her until she felt she was nearly wrapped in its tendrils.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
It's suffocating and she feels so weak under its rage. Her body was only so strong. She was the Blood of the Dragon, but even her fire could not withstand the cold breath of the lighthouse.
"Your father always had a little madness in him, I now believe. Yet he was charming and generous as well, so his lapses were forgiven. His reign began with such promise . . . but as the years passed, the lapses grew more frequent, until . . ." Ser Barristan's words echoed over the roar of obsession.
He had the taint. Had her knight been wrong? Was it in her and just not seen, waiting dormant until something urged it out?
Her breath became heavier and the helmet felt so suffocating. There was no air, no space, she was confined and imprisoned by it all. Her body felt battered against the strength of the lighthouse. Her mind was a battlefield and everything was decimated.
She couldn't answer him. All she could think was burning away those that would take this from her, that would leave her paranoid and as mad as her father. It's there, it's always been there. She wanted to kill, to burn and that buckled her legs, her reason broken at the idea.
Dany pulled her helmet off, sucking in as much air as she could. Yes, this was good. They would be safer this way, he would be safer.
She tossed the helmet away from her. Let them, him be safe.]
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Mine. Mine. Mine.
It's suffocating and she feels so weak under its rage. Her body was only so strong. She was the Blood of the Dragon, but even her fire could not withstand the cold breath of the lighthouse.
"Your father always had a little madness in him, I now believe. Yet he was charming and generous as well, so his lapses were forgiven. His reign began with such promise . . . but as the years passed, the lapses grew more frequent, until . . ." Ser Barristan's words echoed over the roar of obsession.
He had the taint. Had her knight been wrong? Was it in her and just not seen, waiting dormant until something urged it out?
Her breath became heavier and the helmet felt so suffocating. There was no air, no space, she was confined and imprisoned by it all. Her body felt battered against the strength of the lighthouse. Her mind was a battlefield and everything was decimated.
She couldn't answer him. All she could think was burning away those that would take this from her, that would leave her paranoid and as mad as her father. It's there, it's always been there. She wanted to kill, to burn and that buckled her legs, her reason broken at the idea.
Dany pulled her helmet off, sucking in as much air as she could. Yes, this was good. They would be safer this way, he would be safer.
She tossed the helmet away from her. Let them, him be safe.]