sorrow is our master, cackling with laughter

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Mother of Dragons.

I have never wanted to, nor will I, bear children of my own.
(and thanks to Robert soon getting a vasectomy!!!, I never will.)
My children are my patients; they demand more time, love, effort, patience, energy and insight than I could provide any hatchling of my own.
I am the Mother of Dragons; my children breathe fire upon occasion, and paint with their (and each others') blood.
... But you are not a dragon... fire cannot kill a dragon ...

And I will no longer abide leeches in my castle.


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