still reading through the first book, no spoilers :3

[withfireandblood]

You intend to send me to another realm? I cannot. My place is with Drogo, as his Khaleesi, and Viserys- [ pause ] his standing is already tarnished, without me I fear for what would happen.

[ She's too kind to him ]

I cannot take your word that I have no reason to worry when I already feel it. The only place I can go is home [ there's another pause ] and I am there.

[ It may not be the home that she's always longed for but with Drogo and her handmaiden's she's starting to feel that she can belong there ]

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[wont]

[ Though she does not look it, Alayne knows many things. And she knows the gods are not kind. ]

I have been much traveled, yes. And often against my wishes. [ She thinks of Sansa Stark and how she'd flown south to the capital so eagerly. What a foolish little girl. ] So much so that I am uncertain where home lies.

A sad-sounding tale, perhaps. I don't mean to bring your mood low.

[withfireandblood]

It does not. [ Truthfully she feels for the girl, knowing a similar story ] I have no memories of home, all I know of it are stories.

I would ask your name.

[wont]

[ She dips in a bow, not perfunctory but courteous and low. Alayne Stone has many bows, some less genuine than others, but the woman with the silver hair and the purple eyes earns one of curious (though cautious) wonder. ] I am Alayne Stone, my lady. Daughter to Lord Petyr Baelish.

And, if I may ask— how can a place be your home if you've no memory of it?

[withfireandblood]

I am honoured. [ It's nice to talk to someone, even if it is someone unknown - though that is becoming familiar, and be able to speak honestly, and share understanding ]

It is my birthplace, where the dragons have lived. I am but the last dragon, and it is my home to return to. [ To take back ]

[wont]

[ The last dragon.

Immediately she lowers her eyes and then dips again lower. ] You will forgive me, my lady, for not knowing you more readily. [ She is not Your Grace, the Targareyns hold not the Iron Throne. ] But few speak of dragons, save in hushed tones.

[withfireandblood]

I am told that those whom speak would wish me dead. [ As they wished Viserys, and Rhaegar ]

I wish not for conflict, only for my home.

[wont]

Dragons are fearsome creatures, or so history and tales both tell us. That which does not bend to their will sees itself burned— [ An awkward pause. Again, she adds: ] —my lady.

[withfireandblood]

Do you fear me? [ Daenerys wouldn't call herself fearsome, even if she is finding strength that she was not aware of before, strength that Viserys had not allowed her to know from fear of him ]

My brother commanded fear yet he was no dragon.