Summer began to growl first. What of it? I had hoped for some word of my father. Your Grace, he said, it is not seemly that the king should ride into the melee. Was it the regency? Has my brother named you Protector? He did not wait for a reply.
He was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Tell her I want to see her, please. He twitched his burned fingers, feeling a throb of pain deep under the skin. Daenerys looked at them all in wonder .