04x10, 'The Children'

When she closes her eyes, she hears their cries. Behind her lids she sees the charred bones of the farmer's beloved daughter. Burned alive by Drogon.

It breaks her heart to lock Rhaegal and Viserion away. But what choice does she have? She doesn't want to be responsible for one more child's death. Right now, she doesn't trust that she wouldn't be.

They're dragons, Khaleesi. They can never be tamed, not even by their mother.

Jorah's voice calls to her as if from a great distance, across the city of Meereen. It sickens her. He has no place here, in this city, in her thoughts. She must keep him away. He lied to her. Betrayed her. His counsel, his words, they mean nothing to her anymore.

She can't sleep. She pushes the sheets away and moves to stand on her balcony, breathing in the exotic smells of the sprawling city under her.

A thousand feet below Viserion and Rhaegal are trapped beneath the earth, like the dragons of her ancestors who met their tragic end in that dark Dragon Pit. Drogon is missing. Will she ever see him again? Or does he know what she's done to his brothers hates her for it? Do they hate her now for forsaking them? After all, it's Drogon who has been causing most of the chaos, not them…and yet she is still punishing them.

And herself. She hardly remembers what it was like not to have her dragons close.

Her whole world has tipped upside down; so much has changed in such a short amount of time.

Without the protection of her dragons—without Jorah, her brain whispers, and she tamps that treacherous thought down with furious disgust—she's never felt more alone. And she has no idea how the future will unfold now.