They sound like strong women. [And she knows he means well when he says it, but she looks down at his hand, voice lowering now.] My mother was, too, and she died on the birthing bed when my father decided to cut my brother Baelon from her belly. He didn't live either.

[A woman's role is precarious. She never wants to be in that position that a man can decide for her, even if Viserys has essentially done just that with marrying her off, but at least she's taken charge of the potential relationship with Laenor.

Her hand doesn't separate from his though when she looks up at him, brows furrowed.]

Of course I have a dragon. [Not all Targaryens are dragon riders, she knows, but the question almost seems silly until she frowns again at the remembrance that there are no other dragons in his time.]

My father was the one who started putting dragon eggs in our cradles. Syrax is my dragon. She's a beautiful gold she-dragon. One of the best.