She woke from the dream with a sense of calm and touched her bone dry forehead. No sweat. No angst. She felt...at ease. For the first time ever, Dany felt collected and confident. Granted, with the late Drogo and the growing child in her belly, Dany had been infinitely empowered; a learned child with the fierce motivation to achieve her rightful Iron Throne. Yet, she was still very much reliant on her husband's power. Dany was still burdened to not be her own woman. She was still trapped.
Now, after this dream, this dream that caused her to smile wanly and heart to sing, Dany knew that despite her heartache, she WAS her own queen finally.
Usually in her subconscious, she was wordless; mute. She would always run away frantically from either her raging brother, the disgusting blubbering Usurper, or the savage members of the Dothraki. She quaked in their wrath and died from the terror. Dany was powerless.
But now...Dany could speak volumes. She faced the melting ghost of Viserys and struck him down with her hands with such unbridled fury. Then the dragons rose from the earth and she commanded them to fly over the Seven Kingdoms and bathe them in fire and blood. All the chaos, all the wrath belong to her now. All the power was hers in her dreams. The dragons were finally hers.
Awake and blinking sleep away, Dany hugged her knees to her chest and sighed deeply. In both the spirit world and the real world, the dragons were all hers. She WAS the last dragon, she told herself proudly, and definitely a victim no more.
She rose from her bed and closed her eyes, hearing the waking cries of her children. Instead of waiting for Doreah and Jhiqui to help her dress, Dany picked out a blood red silky, gentle gown adorned with silver gem stars. She remembered sadly when she was the moon and stars and wandered over to the long mirror encased in iron to study herself in a brooding, thoughtful manner, quite like Drogo's, her lost sun...
Like a queen, like a khaleesi, like a dragon, she whispered to herself excitedly before rushing off to see her dragons and bid the world a fond good morning. The dream heralded a new beginning for her and Dany couldn't bear to let the grief of the past ruin her new-found power and spirit. One day soon though, she had to muse hopefully, I will be the ultimate warrior to make Drogo and Rhaego proud in the afterlife.
And it was that thought she clung to desperately throughout the future strife's she facerd on her mission to gain the Iron Throne. It was that thought that kept her strong.