"He was no 'Dragon'. Fire cannot kill a dragon."
Oh, Daenerys. You were once a sweet and delicate flower. You had an innocence that reflected your tragic youth. You wept on your "wedding" night as Khal Drogo - the man Viserys sold you to in order to have the Dothraki army at his Beck and call (or he so arrogantly thought) - had his way with you. It sort of snuck up on us but we should have seen that you were no longer an ...