for @incarnatefear | continued.
DANY HELD HER FACE WITHIN HER HANDS FOR A MOMENT LONGER, before trailing them up, through her hair, pulling it back from her face as she drew in a SHALLOW breath: the deepest she was able to take. the teenager brought her knees up, close against herself.
SHE DID NOT WANT TO BE LIKE HIM. like her father. they branded him a VILLAIN; the press, the senate, anyone who mattered. & it had been EASIER to not believe them, to wildly crusade against the idea. but when even men she TRUSTED told her his actions, it became... harder. there was a FEAR in the back of her mind. every time she got ANGRY, everytime she---- acted reckless; was she GOING MAD?
‘ i... know it’s crazy. i know it’s------ ‘ what had they said? ‘ a psychosis. ‘ Dany finally lifted her chin, eyes weary, staring through him. she was only saying these things because they’d told her enough times, & AGREEING with them was the only way to get a little FREEDOM. yet, it had not stopped her rushing into that fire. ( not setting fires. ) ‘ i know... just--- not all the time. ‘
