Daenerys Targaryen stood tall before Moro , refusing to bow her head despite the circle of hardened Dothraki warriors around her.
โI am Daenerys Stormborn,โ she said firmly. โWidow of Khal Drogo, Mother of Dragons.โ
Moro laughed, amused by her courage. โYour khal is dead. His khaleesi belongs with the dosh khaleen now.โ
Daenerys stepped closer instead of retreating. โYou speak as if I am weak. Yet I walked into fire and lived. Ask yourself, Khal Moroโฆ what kind of woman does that?โ
The camp grew quiet. Moroโs grin faded slightly as he studied her with new caution, realizing this silver-haired foreign queen was unlike anyone he had ever captured.