When I was born, a storm raged. It nearly ripped Dragonstone castle apart. My mother didn't survive the night, but I did. I survived a voyage across the Narrow Sea and countless attempts on my life. I can't count how many times an assassin has tried to poison me or use some foul spell to imprison me.

(She pauses, pressing her ear to the wall, searching for sounds on the other side.)

They called me a monster when I walked through an inferno unscathed.