Daenerys's voice cut through the intimate moonlight filling the room.
Lynn closed the door and turned to look at her.
In the moonlight, she wore only a silk nightgown, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders. Her violet eyes brimmed with hurt and the fury of betrayal.
"Dany." Lynn walked toward her, wanting to explain.
"Don't touch me!"
Daenerys sprang to her feet and stepped back like an angry cat.
Her body trembled slightly. Tears welled in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
"One?"
She held up a finger, her voice hoarse with emotion.
"I was naïve enough to think you had only one other woman at most! For an alliance!"
"But what did I find?"
"Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Cersei Lannister..."
Each name felt like another vicious stab to her heart.
"Were you planning to marry every noblewoman in Westeros to complete your alliances?"
She could no longer hold back. Tears slid down her cheeks.
"What do you take me for, Lynn? A trophy you brought back from Essos? A silver-haired pet you can show off to your women?"
Her words pierced Lynn's heart.
He stepped forward and pulled her tightly into his arms despite her struggles.
"I'm sorry."
Those were the only words he could manage.
Any explanation would have sounded hollow at that moment.
Daenerys struggled desperately in his embrace, pounding his chest with her small fists, but her blows grew weaker and weaker until all that remained were helpless sobs.
She buried her face against his chest, all her hurt and insecurity spilling out in scalding tears that soaked his clothes.
"I thought... I thought I was special." Her voice was thick with tears.
"You are," Lynn said, stroking her long hair, his voice low and gentle.
"You always