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Dandelion
The long night was coming down from the north, bringing winter in her kingdom, conquered with blood and pain. Daenerys watched the little bastard playing. She was hidden among the shadows of sunset that came down to the garden of the Red Keep.
The little boy was playing protected in the shadows, the dim light rested soft on him, to highlight the grim reality. Chiseled nose, smooth forehead, the mouth lightly blowing the seeds of this strange flower, never seen to Essos.
How could it be that Jon Snow’s bastard son was almost the exact copy of his brother Viserys? Daenerys closed her eyes. Dragon's blood, she said.