Rise:

I'm taller than she is.

I can't be sure why the thought lingers amongst the others, it just does. Besides Bran's three eyed raven bit, we really haven't been immersed in things beyond man. So, as I sit across from her, knowing that there are two, very large, and very dangerous dragons flying somewhere above us, I hold onto the fact that I am taller than the mother of dragons.

The reunion feels bitter sweet and we are robbed of any privacy. Jon is home and for the first time since we left, the remains of our family is finally together under one roof. He looks different than when I last saw him off, like his world has been burnt and rebuilt several times over. That's it, I recognize this look. It is the look father reserved for mother when they thought no one was looking. But I am watching, and it appears that everyone else is too.

My brother is in love and the thought feels so foreign amongst all this. There are unspeakable things coming for us and my brother has managed to fall for a Targaryen. I always thought I would be the one to do stupid, crazy things for love…I hope I get the chance.

In a quiet moment, one I feel as if I am not owed. Daenerys tells me that she too was sold into a marriage, but that she came out of it wiser and of course with three dragons. Her eyes are fierce, and I understand what Jon sees.

"We will rise up." She doesn't look so short to me now. "All of us."