"Or is, I hope." She shuts her eyes for a moment, making a silent plea to the gods to not be the monster that she might be. Ser Barristan had assured her there was no taint of madness in her, but that fear still ran deep. Seeing what her children were capable of, she knew that it wouldn't be too far for her to extend her arm the same. Her men pushed her often and loudly to use her dragons, but the images of burnt corpses, the screams of terror. She could never go that far, it wasn't in her.

"Rhaegar would have made a better king." It was the worst that she could say against her father, her king. Even when Viserys was at his worst, she was still loyal to him and called him her king. She would have given him everything she had just to see him be a better man, but that was too far gone now.