It was the sort of picture that Viserys couldn't have given her, given how young he was when the war had begun and how bitterly angry he had always been, but Dany painted the vision in her head and held onto it tightly; her mother, tall and beautiful, holding a young girl with the olive skin and dark hair of her Dornish mother on her hip. Spoiling her with songs and stories and treats.

She eased back just enough to swipe at her stinging eyes. "Only moments ago I might have said all that I needed was a way home, but if we are truly here together, brother, then that wish is no longer as important as it was."