Refugee. That was a term she had sympathy for. Not only for the plight of those forced to flee their homes, but for the idea that they were alone, lost and searching for something. Having grown up far from the home country, she could empathize. Defected as well meant others would want to bring him to harm, much like she had faced several potential assassination plots. As it stood, this man had evoked her interest and sympathy.
She knew what Ser Jorah would say, if he was still present. He would object, warning her that someone who defects can't be trusted. That if she took him in, he would turn on her as well. Fire Bending would trouble him all the more, as it could be deadly and destructive. But he was no longer at her side and she had no interest in listening to someone's jealousy. The boy before her had clearly suffered enough, if his scar was any indication. Further, he had dreamed of her dragons.
There had been some debate among Maesters whether the Fire Nation shared similar blood to the Targaryens, whether through marriage or otherwise. Largely, it was not known. If such secrets existed, they were destroyed along with Valyria, where the Dragon Lords first lived. Hearing that he had dragon dreams, as she did before she birthed her dragons from the flames, it made her wonder if there was some connection.
"I welcome all refugees to my city and if you have defected, so long as you reside in these walls, you are under my protection. As for my dragons," she pursed her lips. Drogon was still missing, but Rhaegal and Viserion were here. One was more gentle, the other more aggressive. It was hard to say how they would respond, but she would still show him the dragons, if he had interest. "Two of my children are locked away for the safety of the citizens. I can take you to them, once you have settled."
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Date: 2021-11-12 01:23 am (UTC)She knew what Ser Jorah would say, if he was still present. He would object, warning her that someone who defects can't be trusted. That if she took him in, he would turn on her as well. Fire Bending would trouble him all the more, as it could be deadly and destructive. But he was no longer at her side and she had no interest in listening to someone's jealousy. The boy before her had clearly suffered enough, if his scar was any indication. Further, he had dreamed of her dragons.
There had been some debate among Maesters whether the Fire Nation shared similar blood to the Targaryens, whether through marriage or otherwise. Largely, it was not known. If such secrets existed, they were destroyed along with Valyria, where the Dragon Lords first lived. Hearing that he had dragon dreams, as she did before she birthed her dragons from the flames, it made her wonder if there was some connection.
"I welcome all refugees to my city and if you have defected, so long as you reside in these walls, you are under my protection. As for my dragons," she pursed her lips. Drogon was still missing, but Rhaegal and Viserion were here. One was more gentle, the other more aggressive. It was hard to say how they would respond, but she would still show him the dragons, if he had interest. "Two of my children are locked away for the safety of the citizens. I can take you to them, once you have settled."