You scare me, Daenerys.
You scare me in a good way.
It's the fear I get when I look at the battlefield and know I'm fighting for you, and will die for you.
I never thought I'd die for anyone. So why was I so ready to die for you?
It's not that you told me to, in reality, had you had it your way, I'd be locked away safely in your chambers. No, it's because you kissed me.
It's because you showered me with flattery upon our first encounter, and you didn't shy away from my boldness and sharper tongue.
It's because, when I held your dainty hands you never pulled away, you in turned gripped mine harder.
It was within those moments when you buried your face into the crook of my neck and raked your nails down my bare back that I knew no other battle scar would have such better tales.
Daenerys, those moments when my name left your lips followed by, I love you, was what drove me into to battle for you. What drove me to die for you.
I love you as well, my Queen, I desire you. All of you.
My ache for what and who you are bounds me to you.
What has brought me to you, is a force I will always thank even beyond this life.
So don't weep for me when I do not return to be by your side. Just remember me as yours, your do or die, your lover, your friend.
I love you, Daenerys, even within death, I shout to the heavens, I love you.
I was afraid of you, because I love you.
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