[ Like one awaiting the latter half of the joke, Dany waits. And waits. And waits... Sadly, there is no sign of him amending himself, which leaves her in the curious predicament of either attempting to talk sense into him (was it possible with a man set in his ways?) or to wipe her hands clean of all this. Ally or not, stubborn men only offered the promise of a headache.
Suffice it to say, she looks far less than impressed. ]
I will bear no children, for you or any other. [ The familiar ache settles in her chest. She cannot, she cannot... ] Not until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east.
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Suffice it to say, she looks far less than impressed. ]
I will bear no children, for you or any other. [ The familiar ache settles in her chest. She cannot, she cannot... ] Not until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east.