03x10, 'Mhysa'

Everything is a blur. Exhilarating.

She feels like a goddess. The Mother.

Mhysa.

The chant is a thunderous cacophony, a melody, a song for the ages. Sitting there, on the shoulders of those she has freed, she is invincible.

Her dragons soar overhead, adding their tune to the melody, and her eyes travel across the tide of people to find the epicentre, the rock where she had stood only moments ago. There stand her people, those she is coming to treasure the most: gentle Missandei, stoic Grey Worm, wise Ser Barristan, charming Daario Naharis.

Steadfast Jorah Mormont.

The crowd eventually lets her down gently. Her eyes turn immediately back towards that rock, even as people still reach out to touch her as if she's some deity from above.

Naturally, Jorah is the first one to move, dodging between her Unsullied soldiers and the throng of former slaves to reach her side, the others trailing behind.

When he reaches her he stretches out his hand, his fingertips just grazing against her wrist.

"Are you all right?" he asks her softly.

Dany gazes around at the masses, her achievement. Made possible by cunning and ingenuity, by the people who follow her. She is very lucky.

"Yes," she says.

It's true. In that moment, she's never been better.