he longs for the sky . at first , the marble walls and silk drapes of the Pyramid had been luxury to him , after years of harsh sands and ancient ruins , but as soon as they had become his cage , rather than his palace , Viserion had began to resent them . resent the stupid purple cushions and sickly - sweet smelling spice . he had been happy ; calm and gentle , but now he wakes some mornings with his nails turned to talons , digging wholes in his flesh . he’s always hungry . and when he catches sight of an Unsullied he dreams of how their flesh tastes , untainted and unmarred . when she visits he tells her the same thing : ❛ mother , we have done nothing wrong . it was Drogon . this is unfair . ❜