"It was the first city I freed. My dragons were still small; smaller than your wolf."

Had it truly only been five years? She felt like she'd known Missandei for half her life, and she supposed in some ways she had. Her childhood seemed a distant blur; she would have barely recognized the girl she'd been before she walked into a pyre and came out with three dragons and a khalasar of her own.

"I should have moved faster. The Iron Fleet should never have gotten there ahead of my own."

Half a day, perhaps, and they would both still be here. Half a day and King's Landing might be hers already. But she'd stayed to celebrate, to watch as people praised Jon while looking at her with unfriendly eyes though she'd helped them win their war.