Rhaenys brought over a roasted leg of lamb and held it out to Meleys.
Meleys sniffed, then reached out her tongue and swept the lamb into her mouth. But when her tongue brushed Rhaenys's hand, it still drew a startled cry from her.
Daenerys leaned closer to watch. Seeing this, Acmot came over as well, rubbing a huge head against Daenerys's arm, seemingly wanting to be fed too.
Daenerys shook her head helplessly and said with a smile, "You just have to compete with everyone for everything, don't you?"
Viserys came back to his senses. Only then did he have a chance to properly talk with Daenerys.
He walked over and asked her gently, "Dany, how are you feeling now, after your first battle?"
Daenerys looked up. Her violet eyes were still a little red and swollen, but the corners of her lips had already lifted slightly. "I'm all right now. I was a little scared at first, but later I wasn't."
"That's good." Viserys reached out and stroked her silver hair. "You need to understand that this is what war is like. You'll gradually get used to it."
"I don't want to get used to it." Daenerys shook her head, her voice subdued. "But I won't be afraid anymore, either."
"You're right." Viserys's hand paused. Looking at the stubborn light in Daenerys's violet eyes, he said firmly, "None of us wants to get used to war. But sometimes, it's the only way to protect the people we want to protect."
Daenerys's violet eyes brightened at his words. She glanced at Rhaenys feeding the dragon nearby, then at Viserys before her, and said softly, "I understand, brother. From now on, I'll stand beside you and protect everything worth protecting."
Viserys smiled. "That's enough."
News of Harrenhal's fall soon spread throughout