
On Drogon’s back she felt whole. Up in the sky the woes of this world could not touch her. How could she abandon that?
It was time though. A girl might spend her life at play, but she was a woman grown, a queen, a wife, a mother to thousands. Her children had need of her. Drogon had bent before the whip, and so must she. She had to don her crown again and return to her ebon bench and the arms of her nobel husband.
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