Daenerys

           Wingsshadowedherfeverdreams.

           "Youdon’twanttowakethedragon,doyou?"

           Shewaswalkingdownalonghallbeneathhighstonearches.Shecouldnotlookbehindher,mustnotlookbehindher.Therewasadooraheadofher,tinywithdistance,butevenfromafar,shesawthatitwaspaintedred.Shewalkedfaster,andherbarefeetleftbloodyfootprintsonthestone.

           "Youdon’twanttowakethedragon,doyou?"

           ShesawsunlightontheDothrakisea,thelivingplain,richwiththesmellsofearthanddeath.Windstirredthegrasses,andtheyrippledlikewater.Drogoheldherinstrongarms,andhishandstrokedhersexandopenedherandwokethatsweetwetnessthatwashisalone,andthestarssmileddownonthem,starsinadaylightsky."Home,"shewhisperedasheenteredherandfilledherwithhisseed,butsuddenlythestarsweregone,andacrosstheblueskysweptthegreatwings,andtheworldtookflame.

           "...don’twanttowakethedragon,doyou?"

           SerJorah’sfacewasdrawnandsorrowful."Rhaegarwasthelastdragon,"hetoldher.Hewarmedtranslucenthandsoveraglowingbrazierwherestoneeggssmoulderedredascoals.Onemomenthewasthereandthenexthewasfading,hisfleshcolorless,lesssubstantialthanthewind."Thelastdragon,"hewhispered,thinasawisp,andwasgone.Shefeltthedarkbehindher,andthereddoorseemedfartherawaythanever.

           "...don’twanttowakethedragon,doyou?"

           Viserysstoodbeforeher,screaming."Thedragondoesnotbeg,slut.Youdonotcommandthedragon.