With the city of Junkai conquered, Daenerys is greeted by the liberated slaves with calls of Mhysa, mother. I had done an experimental take of the show’s version of this last year. Doing it as a sketch was difficult.
Dany felt a lightness in her chest. I will never bear a living child, she remembered. Her hand trembled as she raised it. Perhaps she smiled. She must have, because the man grinned and shouted again, and others took up the cry. “Mhysa!” they called. “Mhysa! MHYSA!” They were all smiling at her, reaching for her, kneeling before her. “Maela,” some called her, while others cried “Aelalla” or “Qathei” or “Tato,” but whatever the tongue it all meant the same thing. Mother. They are calling me Mother. Daenerys IV – 580
