run and tell all of the angels. this could take all night [locked to theon]
It had been days since Daenerys had so much as ventured close enough to Theon for conversation. To say that she had been avoiding him would've been a gross understatement of the word, but she couldn't think of any other so that would have to do.
She sat crosslegged at the foot of the tree Theon had built his house in and waited for him. Drogon was around, but hiding in the dark corners of the upper branches of the canopy.
Her heart was rabbiting in her chest, but her expression was grave as ever. I am the blood of the dragon...
This was nothing. This was as easy as casting Jorah out and just as difficult. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. This would be fine. She would survive this as she survived everything else.
And if not...well there were those who would destroy Theon.
Drogon kept his eyes on her. No harm would come to her as long as he was there and he was silent and unmoving, not even the thinnest whisp of smoke issued from his nostrils.
She sat crosslegged at the foot of the tree Theon had built his house in and waited for him. Drogon was around, but hiding in the dark corners of the upper branches of the canopy.
Her heart was rabbiting in her chest, but her expression was grave as ever. I am the blood of the dragon...
This was nothing. This was as easy as casting Jorah out and just as difficult. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. This would be fine. She would survive this as she survived everything else.
And if not...well there were those who would destroy Theon.
Drogon kept his eyes on her. No harm would come to her as long as he was there and he was silent and unmoving, not even the thinnest whisp of smoke issued from his nostrils.