Daenerys Targaryen“The Red Waste” (POV) The Khalasar walked alone gazing out at the red sun-scorched clay ahead of them. Before leaving the grasslands, Ser Jorah had been hesitant about marching on toward Westeros. Sun and red rock were all that loomed before us and behind was my weary Khalasar and their fallen. Drogon’s tail swirled around my arm as he hissed and snarled looking for food. ~remembering Viserys telling me as a little girl that Dragons only ate meat, charred~ The raw horse flesh was not going to sustain my dragons and they were such little things, weak and dependent
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