"If what Jon Snow says is true, then I cannot ignore this threat. My khalasar, the Unsullied, my subjects in Meereen, the freed men and women and children...all those who follow me, I have sworn to protect. And I will keep that vow, no matter what." When Dany spoke of her people, her duty as a Queen and a Khaleesi and a mother, she stood a little taller. With her back straight and her chin up, Daenerys looked every inch the Targaryen she was.

"I do hope this man is mistaken, Ser Jorah. Not because of the throne -- in that area, I have every advantage. It is only a matter of time." The smile she wore then was bitter. "I am weary of war."

For just a moment or two, Dany let down her guard, allowing Jorah a glimpse of the young woman beneath the weight of her titles, responsibilities, and expectations. The young woman who dreamed of the house with the red door, the lemon tree, and the childhood she never had.