Mirri smiled. "When the sun rises in the west, sets in the east. When the seas go dry. When the mountains blow in the wind like leaves." It was all a trick Dany thought, understanding now why Rhaenar wanted her nowhere near her son. She'd made a mistake, a horrible mistake.
"Leave us." She muttered to the others, shame in her violet eyes as they looked between Dany and the Maegi. Jorah had joined the group, translate for Drogo as the two spoke.
"l don't want you alone with this sorceress." Jorah said, Drogo raging beside him.
"l have nothing more to fear from this woman. Go." They left the tent, Dany standing by her sister, eyes sweeping over her sweet face - it no longer held her last smile, it only held distance. "You knew what I was buying and you knew the price." She accused Mirri.
The witch simply looked at her, not sensing her faults as she saw this as justice. "It was wrong of them to burn my temple. It angered the Great Shepherd."
Dany laughed, the sound dry to the ear as she shook her head, a vicious look on her face. "This is not God's work. Her child was innocent. She was innocent."
"Innocent?" Mirri asked, knowing exactly why that child would never have been innocent. "He would have been the stallion who mounts the world. Now he will burn no cities. Now his khalasar will trample no nations into dust."
Dany stumbled. "l spoke for you. l saved you." She reminded her. "Rhaenar went against her husband for you."
"Saved me? Three of those riders had already raped me before you saved me, girl. l saw my god's house burn, there where l had healed men and women beyond counting. ln the streets l saw piles of heads the head of the baker who makes my bread, the head of a young boy that l had cured of fever just three moons past. So tell me again exactly what it was that you saved?" What pity did this woman want? The deaths of others were not Rhaenar's fault, Rhaenar wanted to save those people; it was the Khalasar who did that.
"Your life." Dany uttered, disgust filling her at the sight of this woman.
"Why don't you take a look at your sister? Then you will see exactly what life is worth when all the rest has gone." And Dany did look her sister, nothing but a shell of who she was. There was no love that would be held in her indigo eyes, not sparkle of laughter from her lips - she would be no more. At least her nephew would have had a chance, she should have heeded Rhaenar's warning.
Dany stepped away from them both, exiting out before looking to Drogo. "Have that maegi arrested, I want her to burn." She muttered, stalking away. Drogo watched as Rhaenar's sister fumed, Jorah following after her.
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