khalcesis:
❝ i am impatient myself, rhaego. we can’t leave the people we have rescued slip back into the chains the moment we take our leave. we must remain here until the threat has been handled or else we’re no better than those who enslaved them. ❞ she took his hands into her’s as she spoke, deep violet eyes gazing into his. they were dark like drogo’s, but his were kind and full of passion.
❝ i suppose you are right mother. ❞ rhaego looks down at his mother’s hand in his. it hurt that the two of them could not just ride on their dragons to westeros this minute, and take what should be hers, what should be theirs. ❝ but leaving westeros in the hands of usurpers and murderers weighs heavily on me. ❞
