He can feel his chest clench. Despite banishing her and threatening to kill her if she returned, she was still acting on his behalf. He couldn't say how that made him feel. He was disgusted by her actions and exhausted by the idea that her prophecy had something to do with him. Without her though, would Daenerys have sent for him? Would the idea have crossed Tyrion's mind? It was a risk then, one he thought he'd regret, but in the end, it forged a path for his life to follow. An end he wanted to see to fruition.
Should he thank Melisandre for that? So much was complicated with her that all he can discern from the flood of confusing emotions is simple surprise. If that was all that made sense, he would concentrate on that.
There isn't time to focus on any of that or even reply, the scene has shifted to a place he doesn't recognize. He knows Dothrakhi when he sees them, having been surrounded by them at Dragonstone. These were men that he didn't know and hadn't seen among her armies. He spent so long trying to place them, it almost slipped his notice that he could understand their language.
He stepped closer to Daenerys, watching intently as she stood on the platform, listening to their insults and decision for her future. His fists clenched at the sexual nature of their comments, but much like with Ramsay, he kept his composure.
"They didn't hurt you?" She had told him that she had been abused and sold by others, but never went into details. This wasn't that moment? He couldn't stomach it and would tear these men apart if it were.
'Kay!
Should he thank Melisandre for that? So much was complicated with her that all he can discern from the flood of confusing emotions is simple surprise. If that was all that made sense, he would concentrate on that.
There isn't time to focus on any of that or even reply, the scene has shifted to a place he doesn't recognize. He knows Dothrakhi when he sees them, having been surrounded by them at Dragonstone. These were men that he didn't know and hadn't seen among her armies. He spent so long trying to place them, it almost slipped his notice that he could understand their language.
He stepped closer to Daenerys, watching intently as she stood on the platform, listening to their insults and decision for her future. His fists clenched at the sexual nature of their comments, but much like with Ramsay, he kept his composure.
"They didn't hurt you?" She had told him that she had been abused and sold by others, but never went into details. This wasn't that moment? He couldn't stomach it and would tear these men apart if it were.