Your weyrmate. [ Dany repeats the word, allowing it to marinate on her tongue. ] This F'lar, did you marry him? [ She has twice shared power with men--once with Drogo, who had made a queen of her, and once with Hizdahr, who had sought to undermine her every decision. Both times, she had married only because she must.

Her own world is scarcely kind to women, but Lessa's stinks to her of a restriction she would not abide. The queen wrinkles her nose in distaste. ] When Drogon is grown again, I have no doubt that my captains will protest my riding into battle. [ Upon Drogon's back, she felt whole and free--content, for the first time she could remember. They could not dissuade her even if they tried. ] They voted to a man to dissuade me when my mount was a horse, and they could never agree upon anything before. Tell me, how could I have denied them that? [ A wry, albeit fond smile. ] But if my dragons are to be ridden, I must take to the skies and lead them.

[ There is no one else to do it, save for two men somewhere in the world. The dragon has three heads.

A dragon, a rider, and a child--Dany frowns. Is she pregnant? ] You have been long at war with these Threads, then. But how can it be that a war lasts four hundred years?

[ Two and a half years of waste has been enough. ]