09x07, 'Valanqar'
None of it seems real. The city saved for a second time by Jaime Lannister, and the dragon sigil flying once more from the Red Keep.
Jorah Mormont by her side.
He leans against the great stone balcony and follows her gaze across the horizon.
"I was starting to believe that it would never happen." He is the only person she would dream of admitting this to.
"I wasn't," Jorah says. "I always knew you would end up here. It was your destiny, Daenerys Stormborn."
She wrinkles her nose. "I don't think I believe much in destiny."
"You're right not to," he acknowledges. "Getting caught up in prophecies would only lead to disaster in the end. But I still believe that you were always destined for greatness."
"Careful, ser. If you carry on with such flattery I shall start to think that you're vying for something."
"Only a place in your household," he says solemnly. "That's all I want, Khaleesi."
"Your place is Lord Commander of my Queensguard," she reminds him. "It will be official soon enough."
"As will your crowning," says Jorah. "The queen Westeros deserves."
"Is it strange that I feel a little sorry for the Kingslayer?" she says.
Jorah turns towards her, a light frown creasing his brows. He's so close that she can feel his warmth, the weight of his soiled armour almost tangible.
"No," he says. "It's understandable that you would. The Lannisters did many obscene things during their time in power, but…"
"But as vile as Cersei Lannister was, she was still his sister. His family," Daenerys finishes. His lover.
Even Tyrion hasn't been in a mood to celebrate. Despite his constant assertions that he hated his sister, Daenerys' instincts that a part of him had yearned for her approval had been correct. The Lannister brothers are off somewhere together, mourning the loss of their sister. It will take some time for them to come to terms with it.
But time waits for no one.
A legacy of two decades gone.
A new one just beginning.