Daenerys had been holding back what she wanted to say all this time. Now that everyone else had left, she could no longer contain herself. She immediately circled around from behind Viserys, braced both hands on the edge of the table, and stared straight at him with her violet eyes.
"Brother," she began, her voice more serious than usual. "We're going with you this time."
Viserys looked up at her.
"Your dragon is still young."
"Acmot can already carry me." Daenerys immediately argued back. "You saw it yourself while you trained with me this past month. Acmot flies steadily now, and I'm a good rider. Besides, Vermax and Viserion will soon be able to carry riders too. They can all fight. I can't stay behind forever. I want to reclaim the Iron Throne with you."
When Viserys said nothing, Daenerys grew anxious and took his arm, shaking it.
"You know how long I've waited for this day. I left home after I was born on Dragonstone. Now we're finally going back. You can't leave me here."
Rhaenys stepped forward as well, standing beside Daenerys.
Viserys looked at the two girls before him. The same fire burned in their eyes: the pride and longing of the Targaryens.
"Rhaenys will come with me," he finally said.
Daenerys's eyes lit up at once, but before she could cheer, Viserys's next words froze the smile on her face.
"Dany will stay."
"Why?" Daenerys almost shouted. "Why does Rhaenys get to go, but not me? My dragon can fly too. I can fight too..."
Viserys interrupted her. "Acmot can carry you, yes, but has never been in a real battle. We're going to a battlefield this time, to fight a real war. There will be stray arrows and all sorts of unexpected dangers. What will