Apparently HBO Has A Documentary About The Unaired Pilot And Most Of The Cast And Grrm Commented About

Apparently HBO has a documentary about the unaired pilot and most of the cast and grrm commented about what was wrong with it and George said that he didn't like the Dany/Drogo bedding scene in episode one because in his books is not rape because Dany consented the act. I mean is he aware she's a 13 old girl with grow man???

Yeah I’d like to beat him with a stick for saying it was consensual. Just because she was flushed and her heart was pounding (aka her body responding to his touches), she didn’t want to marry him or consummate the marriage at all.

What’s confusing for me is that grrm makes it very very clear in Daenerys first two chapters that 1) she’s terrified of drogo 2) doesn’t want to marry him and 3) that this is not a simple betrothal, but she’s being sold to her new husband.

Dany could hear the singing of the red priests as they lit their night fires and the shouts of ragged children playing games beyond the walls of the estate. For a moment she wished she could be out there with them, barefoot and breathless and dressed in tatters, with no past and no future and no feast to attend at Khal Drogo’s manse.

[...]

The old woman washed her long, silver-pale hair and gently combed out the snags, all in silence. The girl scrubbed her back and her feet and told her how lucky she was. “Drogo is so rich that even his slaves wear golden collars. A hundred thousand men ride in his khalasar, and his palace in Vaes Dothrak has two hundred rooms and doors of solid silver.” There was more like that, so much more, what a handsome man the khal was, so tall and fierce, fearless in battle, the best rider ever to mount a horse, a demon archer. Daenerys said nothing. She had always assumed that she would wed Viserys when she came of age. For centuries the Targaryens had married brother to sister, since Aegon the Conqueror had taken his sisters to bride. The line must be kept pure, Viserys had told her a thousand times; theirs was the kingsblood, the golden blood of old Valyria, the blood of the dragon. Dragons did not mate with the beasts of the field, and Targaryens did not mingle their blood with that of lesser men. Yet now Viserys schemed to sell her to a stranger, a barbarian.

When she was clean, the slaves helped her from the water and toweled her dry. The girl brushed her hair until it shone like molten silver, while the old woman anointed her with the spiceflower perfume of the Dothraki plains, a dab on each wrist, behind her ears, on the tips of her breasts, and one last one, cool on her lips, down there between her legs. They dressed her in the wisps that Magister Illyrio had sent up, and then the gown, a deep plum silk to bring out the violet in her eyes. The girl slid the gilded sandals onto her feet, while the old woman fixed the tiara in her hair, and slid golden bracelets crusted with amethysts around her wrists. Last of all came the collar, a heavy golden torc emblazoned with ancient Valyrian glyphs.

“Now you look all a princess,” the girl said breathlessly when they were done. Dany glanced at her image in the silvered looking glass that Illyrio had so thoughtfully provided. A princess, she thought, but she remembered what the girl had said, how Khal Drogo was so rich even his slaves wore golden collars. She felt a sudden chill, and gooseflesh pimpled her bare arms.

[...]

“She’s too skinny,” Viserys said. His hair, the same silver-blond as hers, had been pulled back tightly behind his head and fastened with a dragonbone brooch. It was a severe look that emphasized the hard, gaunt lines of his face. He rested his hand on the hilt of the sword that Illyrio had lent him, and said, “Are you sure that Khal Drogo likes his women this young?”

“She has had her blood. She is old enough for the khal,” Illyrio told him, not for the first time. “Look at her. That silver-gold hair, those purple eyes … she is the blood of old Valyria, no doubt, no doubt … and highborn, daughter of the old king, sister to the new, she cannot fail to entrance our Drogo.” When he released her hand, Daenerys found herself trembling.

[...]

She was still looking at this strange man from the homeland she had never known when Magister Illyrio placed a moist hand on her bare shoulder. “Over there, sweet princess,” he whispered, “there is the khal himself.”

Dany wanted to run and hide, but her brother was looking at her, and if she displeased him she knew she would wake the dragon. Anxiously, she turned and looked at the man Viserys hoped would ask to wed her before the night was done.

[...]

Dany looked at Khal Drogo. His face was hard and cruel, his eyes as cold and dark as onyx. Her brother hurt her sometimes, when she woke the dragon, but he did not frighten her the way this man frightened her. “I don’t want to be his queen,” she heard herself say in a small, thin voice. “Please, please, Viserys, I don’t want to, I want to go home.”

“Home!” He kept his voice low, but she could hear the fury in his tone. “How are we to go home, sweet sister? They took our home from us!” He drew her into the shadows, out of sight, his fingers digging into her skin. “How are we to go home?” he repeated, meaning King’s Landing, and Dragonstone, and all the realm they had lost.

Dany had only meant their rooms in Illyrio’s estate, no true home surely, though all they had, but her brother did not want to hear that. There was no home there for him. Even the big house with the red door had not been home for him. His fingers dug hard into her arm, demanding an answer. “I don’t know …” she said at last, her voice breaking. Tears welled in her eyes.

“I do,” he said sharply. “We go home with an army, sweet sister. With Khal Drogo’s army, that is how we go home. And if you must wed him and bed him for that, you will.” He smiled at her. “I’d let his whole khalasar fuck you if need be, sweet sister, all forty thousand men, and their horses too if that was what it took to get my army. Be grateful it is only Drogo. In time you may even learn to like him. Now dry your eyes. Illyrio is bringing him over, and he will not see you crying.”

Dany turned and saw that it was true. Magister Illyrio, all smiles and bows, was escorting Khal Drogo over to where they stood. She brushed away unfallen tears with the back of her hand.

“Smile,” Viserys whispered nervously, his hand falling to the hilt of his sword. “And stand up straight. Let him see that you have breasts. Gods know, you have little enough as is.”

Daenerys smiled, and stood up straight.

[...]

Daenerys Targaryen wed Khal Drogo with fear and barbaric splendor in a field beyond the walls of Pentos, for the Dothraki believed that all things of importance in a man’s life must be done beneath the open sky.

[...]

Yet that night she dreamt of one. Viserys was hitting her, hurting her. She was naked, clumsy with fear. She ran from him, but her body seemed thick and ungainly. He struck her again. She stumbled and fell. “You woke the dragon,” he screamed as he kicked her. “You woke the dragon, you woke the dragon.” Her thighs were slick with blood. She closed her eyes and whimpered. As if in answer, there was a hideous ripping sound and the crackling of some great fire. When she looked again, Viserys was gone, great columns of flame rose all around, and in the midst of them was the dragon. It turned its great head slowly. When its molten eyes found hers, she woke, shaking and covered with a fine sheen of sweat. She had never been so afraid……until the day of her wedding came at last.

[...]

Dany had never felt so alone as she did seated in the midst of that vast horde. Her brother had told her to smile, and so she smiled until her face ached and the tears came unbidden to her eyes. She did her best to hide them, knowing how angry Viserys would be if he saw her crying, terrified of how Khal Drogo might react. Food was brought to her, steaming joints of meat and thick black sausages and Dothraki blood pies, and later fruits and sweetgrass stews and delicate pastries from the kitchens of Pentos, but she waved it all away. Her stomach was a roil, and she knew she could keep none of it down.

There was no one to talk to. Khal Drogo shouted commands and jests down to his bloodriders, and laughed at their replies, but he scarcely glanced at Dany beside him. They had no common language. Dothraki was incomprehensible to her, and the khal knew only a few words of the bastard Valyrian of the Free Cities, and none at all of the Common Tongue of the Seven Kingdoms. She would even have welcomed the conversation of Illyrio and her brother, but they were too far below to hear her.

So she sat in her wedding silks, nursing a cup of honeyed wine, afraid to eat, talking silently to herself. I am blood of the dragon, she told herself. I am Daenerys Stormborn, Princess of Dragonstone, of the blood and seed of Aegon the Conqueror.

[...]

As the hours passed, the terror grew in Dany, until it was all she could do not to scream. She was afraid of the Dothraki, whose ways seemed alien and monstrous, as if they were beasts in human skins and not true men at all. She was afraid of her brother, of what he might do if she failed him. Most of all, she was afraid of what would happen tonight under the stars, when her brother gave her up to the hulking giant who sat drinking beside her with a face as still and cruel as a bronze mask. I am the blood of the dragon, she told herself again.

[...]

And after the gifts, she knew, after the sun had gone down, it would be time for the first ride and the consummation of her marriage. Dany tried to put the thought aside, but it would not leave her. She hugged herself to try to keep from shaking.

[...]

The last sliver of sun vanished behind the high walls of Pentos to the west just then. Dany had lost all track of time. Khal Drogo commanded his bloodriders to bring forth his own horse, a lean red stallion. As the khal was saddling the horse, Viserys slid close to Dany on her silver, dug his fingers into her leg, and said, “Please him, sweet sister, or I swear, you will see the dragon wake as it has never woken before.”

The fear came back to her then, with her brother’s words. She felt like a child once more, only thirteen and all alone, not ready for what was about to happen to her.

They rode out together as the stars came out, leaving the khalasar and the grass palaces behind. Khal Drogo spoke no word to her, but drove his stallion at a hard trot through the gathering dusk. The tiny silver bells in his long braid rang softly as he rode. “I am the blood of the dragon,” she whispered aloud as she followed, trying to keep her courage up. “I am the blood of the dragon. I am the blood of the dragon.” The dragon was never afraid.

Afterward she could not say how far or how long they had ridden, but it was full dark when they stopped at a grassy place beside a small stream. Drogo swung off his horse and lifted her down from hers. She felt as fragile as glass in his hands, her limbs as weak as water. She stood there helpless and trembling in her wedding silks while he secured the horses, and when he turned to look at her, she began to cry.

[...]

He removed her silks one by one, carefully, while Dany sat unmoving, silent, looking at his eyes. When he bared her small breasts, she could not help herself. She averted her eyes and covered herself with her hands. “No,” Drogo said. He pulled her hands away from her breasts, gently but firmly, then lifted her face again to make her look at him. “No,” he repeated.

It’s just gross and confusing to me. I don’t understand why if he wanted to make it come off as consensual, why did he write her to be absolutely terrified of drogo, have her tremble and cry, make it clear she’s a glorified slave for him, make it clear she doesn’t want to consummate the marriage, to just then turn around and say “Well it was consensual.”

Does he know that just because a persons body responds physically doesn’t mean they’re consenting to a sexual act? Does he know that a child cannot consent to a sexual act? It’s concerning and confusing for me.

Do Dany and Jon have any parallels?

Yep! They do. In fact, I’d say that they have parallel journeys in many regards. They are both on very strong identity arcs.

While Sansa and Arya’s journeys are more about growing up and holding onto their identities, Dany and Jon’s are more about asserting their identities and discovering them in fact.

What I mean by that is that Dany and Jon begin in a place where their identity isn’t fully formed. They are searching for it, for a home, for a place of belonging. Moreover, they are trying to figure out just who they are and what they want. Over the course of the novels, they come into themselves while many of the other characters actually fall apart in some regards.

Also, they are the two best examples of young leaders and the trials they undergo in the novels. Their stories really illustrate the battle against their inexperience and moving forward (“kill the boy and let the man be born”, “if I look back, I’m lost”.)

I think there’s a reason that both of them truly rise at the end of ASoS and fall at the end of ADWD. What I mean by that is that at the end of ASoS, both Jon and Dany have seemingly found their footing, their leadership. Jon is the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch and Dany has taken residence and rule of Meereen as its queen. Then AFFC is off for both of them. They begin ADWD with confidence and commands and find themselves trapped between a rock and a hard place everywhere they look. For example, Jon’s inner turmoil over the wildlings and letting them in as well as Stannis’ presence at the Wall and evolvement with him/support given to him.

 If I put my seal to this, I will forever be remembered as the lord commander who gave away the Wall, he thought, but if I should refuse … 

Jon Snow read the letter over until the words began to blur and run together. I cannot sign this. I will not sign this.

He almost burned the parchment then and there. Instead he took a sip of ale, the dregs of the half cup that remained from his solitary supper the night before. I have to sign it. They chose me to be their lord commander. The Wall is mine, and the Watch as well. The Night’s Watch takes no part. 

 “Surely the lord commander cannot mean to allow that … that demon through as well?”

“Not gladly.” Jon had not forgotten the heads the Weeping Man had left him, with bloody holes where their eyes had been. Black Jack Bulwer, Hairy Hal, Garth Greyfeather. I cannot avenge them, but I will not forget their names. “But yes, my lord, him as well. We cannot pick and choose amongst the free folk, saying this one may pass, this one may not. Peace means peace for all.”

The Norrey hawked and spat. “As well make peace with wolves and carrion crows.”

“It’s peaceful in my dungeons,” grumbled Old Flint. “Give the Weeping Man to me.”

“How many rangers has the Weeper killed?” asked Othell Yarwyck. “How many women has he raped or killed or stolen?”

“Three of mine own ilk,” said Old Flint. “And he blinds the girls he does not take.”

“When a man takes the black, his crimes are forgiven,” Jon reminded them. “If we want the free folk to fight beside us, we must pardon their past crimes as we would for our own.” 

And then there’s Dany who doesn’t know what to do with her dragons, the pale mare, the refugees from Yunkai, and the fighting pits.

“I hope you have come to show me his work and not to plague me further about the fighting pits.”

He made a deep obeisance. “Your Grace, I fear I must.”

Dany grimaced. Even her own people would give no rest about the matter. Reznak mo Reznak stressed the coin to be made through taxes. The Green Grace said that reopening the pits would please the gods. The Shavepate felt it would win her support against the Sons of the Harpy. “Let them fight,” grunted Strong Belwas, who had once been a champion in the pits.  

“It shall be done, Magnificence,” said Reznak mo Reznak. “What of these Astapori?”

My children. “They are coming here for help. For succor and protection. We cannot turn our backs on them.”

Ser Barristan frowned. “Your Grace, I have known the bloody flux to destroy whole armies when left to spread unchecked. The seneschal is right. We cannot have the Astapori in Meereen.”

Dany looked at him helplessly. It was good that dragons did not cry. “As you say, then. We will keep them outside the walls until this … this curse has run its course. Set up a camp for them beside the river, west of the city. We will send them what food we can. Perhaps we can separate the healthy from the sick.” All of them were looking at her. “Will you make me say it twice? Go and do as I’ve commanded you.” Dany rose, brushed past Brown Ben, and climbed the steps to the sweet solitude of her terrace. 

And by the end, the very people they have attempted to rule, win over, and even trusted have turned on them and made attempts at their lives (with Jon’s being more successful obviously.)

Their journeys parallel each other this way. I guess they will continue to mirror each other as next book sees something of a rise from the ashes for them. It’s always darkest before the dawn and all.

Looking away from general narrative parallels, there’s a few more I’d like to point out:

Both are incredibly stubborn though not beyond listening to advice most times

Both think on the family they never knew quite a bit (Dany with Rhaegar and Aerys especially but all Targaryens to some degree and Jon with his mother)

Both are motivated by a desire to make their previous generation proud (“let it be known that Ned Stark had four sons” and Dany’s desire to fulfill a duty to her unknown family and her ancestors)

Both have desire-driven love affairs (Daario and Ygritte) that distract them from their assumed purpose in some respects

Both had a close relative that made them feel unworthy, unwanted, and guilty of something they had no control over, who’s memory still bothers them long after they are dead and gone (Catelyn and Viserys)

Both begin as outcasts and cannot seem to find a place of belonging (bastard in Winterfell/wildling lover and traitor; Westerosi in Essos/the foreign queen of both the Dothraki and Meereen; lone Targaryen on the run)

They are both haunted by the lover they couldn’t save and blame themselves for their deaths (Khal Drogo and Ygritte)

Both have an affinity and connection to at least one dangerous, legendary creature (dragons and direwolves) complete with dreams that are not merely dreams

Admittedly, this is just all off the top of my head, there are many more to be sure. But I definitely believe that Dany and Jon have many similarities. 

George did NAWT write “it was her 14th name day” for y’all to say he sees Drogo and Dany as romantic while defending the age gap between Rhaegar and Lyanna. It is so so obvious that Dany was deeply traumatized by her marriage to Drogo and reacted to the trauma by romanticizing and reframing it both during and after the experience. Like I don’t think Rhaegar kidnapped an unwilling Lyanna but I also don’t think George intended for us to look at their situation uncritically he didn’t write about a ton of teenage girls dying in childbirth, with husbands much older than they are, for the sake of historical accuracy alone. I think George intentionally gives us two contradictory images of Rhaegar: the evil kidnapper who locked Lyanna away and the tortured-soul hero who truly loved Lyanna and did everything he could for her and I came to the understanding that the truth is somewhere in the middle.

i haven‘t read the books yet but i once read that jon and dany probably won’t happen in the books. it was more fanservice in the show. i know that there are minor connections in the books but what do you think? will they end up together at one point? even if it probably ends in tragedy again.

There is a ton of evidence that Jon and Daenerys will, in fact, end up romantically involved in the books. There’s a pretty lengthy list of parallels between the two as well that suggests their characters are significant to one another, but beyond that, the text has planted several seeds for a relationship.

Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness… . mother of dragons, bride of fire … (Daenerys IV, ACOK)

For context, this is one of many sets of visions Daenerys has in the House of the Undying. The “bride of fire” part tells us that it’s referring to the most significant of her romantic relationships, and outlines them as follows: Drogo (in the past; his death served as a sacrifice that gave Dany her dragons), Euron (in the future; his character is a much larger, far more magically significant threat in the books), and Jon (in the future; blue rose references his mother, Lyanna, while the wall of ice is meant to be the Wall).

The vision connected to Jon specifically references sweetness, suggesting a positive relationship, and furthermore it’s incredibly on-the-nose imagery for A Dream of Spring (both the book and the concept itself). What better to signify the end of winter, the end of the White Walkers and all they stand for, than a flower growing in spite of the cold? Jon and Daenerys are meant to represent the Ice and Fire in A Song of Ice and Fire, so not only is a relationship between them likely, but it’s also going to be important.

There are also other, more subtle references:

“A trader from Qarth once told me that dragons came from the moon,” blond Doreah said as she warmed a towel over the fire. Jhiqui and Irri were of an age with Dany, Dothraki girls taken as slaves when Drogo destroyed their father’s khalasar. Doreah was older, almost twenty. Magister Illyrio had found her in a pleasure house in Lys.          

Silvery-wet hair tumbled across her eyes as Dany turned her head, curious. “The moon?”                  

“He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi,” the Lysene girl said. “Once there were two moons in the sky, but one wandered too close to the sun and cracked from the heat. A thousand thousand dragons poured forth, and drank the fire of the sun. That is why dragons breathe flame. One day the other moon will kiss the sun too, and then it will crack and the dragons will return.” (Daenerys III, AGOT)

Khal Drogo’s face was still and hard, but his black eyes were curious as they went to Dany. “Tell me the truth of this, moon of my life,” he commanded in Dothraki. (Daenerys VII, AGOT)

And in Jon’s POV:

The white wolf raced through a black wood, beneath a pale cliff as tall as the sky. The moon ran with him, slipping through a tangle of bare branches overhead, across the starry sky.                  

“Snow,” the moon murmured. The wolf made no answer. Snow crunched beneath his paws. The wind sighed through the trees. (Jon I, ADWD)

“Every man who walks the earth casts a shadow on the world. Some are thin and weak, others long and dark. You should look behind you, Lord Snow. The moon has kissed you and etched your shadow upon the ice twenty feet tall.” (Jon VI, ADWD)

And finally, after Jon’s death, this:

Off in the distance, a wolf howled. The sound made her feel sad and lonely […] (Daenerys X, ADWD)

The imagery woven into Jon and Daenerys’ chapters supports the vision from the House of the Undying; though their dynamic will likely be notably different than the one they have in the show (and their ending will be as well, even if it’s still sad), I would bet good money on them ending up involved, if not outright falling in love.

Jon eyeing up Val in ADwD and considering her as “lovely” makes me smile, he’s so awkward and cute but it also made me think of some parallels…

Val wrapped in her bearskin…

Dany wrapped in her lionskin…

Val’s honey blonde hair shining like silver in the moonlight…

Dany’s silver-gold hair shining like molten silver…

A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her.

Jon’s Targ genes activating when he sees Dany atop her dragon for the first time:

Daenerys & Jon Snow: ASoIaF Foreshadowing v.2

We know that Dany and Jon share many parallels throughout the series and I’ve noted many of them here. But in this post I’m looking at moments that tie the characters together with more than just parallels.

This first quote is from The House of The Undying. The visions shown to Dany here are believed to pertain to the three men she will marry. The first is a clear reference to khal Drogo, the second is a bit more ambiguous, I believe it is in reference to Hizdahr and that Victarion will tie him to the prow of his ship as Euron has tied Aeron (I predicted this back in 2014). The third is clearly Jon Snow. The blue flower is in reference to Lyanna (Jon’s mother) and the wall of ice is The Wall of ice where Jon serves in the Night’s Watch. 

DAENERYS ACOK

Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness… . mother of dragons, bride of fire …

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These quotes make a subtle connection between Dany and Val.  Jon as we know is very attracted to Val. He first describes Val’s hair as pale silver; Dany of course has pale silver hair. In fact it is one of the most distinguishing features about her. So the connection here is that Val is a substitute for Dany. Also, note that the moon is mention, which as we know is strongly connected symbolically to Dany throughout the series, ex. “Moon of my Life”.

JON ADWD

The light of the half-moon turned Vals honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. She took a deep breath. The air tastes sweet.

DAENERYS AGOT

The old woman washed her long, silver-pale hair and gently combed out the snags, all in silence. The girl scrubbed her back and her feet and told her how lucky she was.

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In these quotes we find a connection between a dream lover of Dany and Jon Snow. In her dream/vision Dany’s lover is a comely young man whose face is hidden in shadows. Jon is described by Ygritte as having a sweet face (comely) and in the two additional quotes below we see Jon describe himself as being in the shadows and we see Mel describe his face as hidden in shadows. These descriptions associate the young lover Dany sees with Jon Snow.

DAENERYS ACOK

Lying abed in her narrow bunk, she found herself wondering how it would be to have a man squeezed in beside her in place of her handmaid, and the thought was more exciting than it should have been. Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of him, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow.

JON ASOS

Ygritte helped pull him up. “He’s bleeding like a butchered boar. Look what Orell did t’ his sweet face.”

JON AGOT

Tyrion Lannister had claimed that most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it, but Jon was done with denials. He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life –however long that might be– he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name

MELISANDRE ADWD

The flames crackled softly, and in their crackling she heard the whispered name Jon Snow. His long face floated before her, limned in tongues of red and orange, appearing and disappearing again, a shadow half-seen behind a fluttering curtain.

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This pair of quotes make an interesting connection between Jon Snow and khal Drogo (the man Dany has loved the most). Dany describes the khal’s face as hiding the thoughts within, while Tyrion describes Jon’s face as giving nothing away (hiding his thoughts).

Like the quote above where Jon describes Val’s hair in the same way as Dany’s hair is described, we see Dany describe Drogo in the same manner as Tyrion describes Jon. Making a connection between Jon to Dany and Dany to Jon and what they are attracted to and who they love.

DAENERYS V AGOT

“The khals face did not often betray the thoughts within.” TYRION II AGOT

“Tyrion notes that Jon has the traditional Stark face in everything but name long, solemn and guarded a face that gives nothing away.”

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Although the timeline is unclear, Jon was stabbed and presumably killed within the same time that Dany found herself alone in the Dothraki sea. Dany hearing the wolf howl could be the author making a connection between Jon’s death and how Dany would feel about it.

If Dany knew who Jon was to her, his death would be incredibly sad but most importantly it would be lonely. Jon of course is Dany’s last living relative, although she does not know this. That this wolf howl brought such strong emotions to Dany is definitely something of interest.

JON ADWD

“Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold … “

DAENERYS ADWD

“Off in the distance, a wolf howled. The sound made her feel sad and lonely, but no less hungry. As the moon rose above the grasslands, Dany slipped at last into a restless sleep.“ 

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This quote is a lot more obvert then the previous ones. Here Dany is pondering what her life would have been like had her family lived. She considers that had her brother’s son Aegon lived he would have become king. 

The interesting part of course is that goes on to ponder that had “her brother’s son” lived they would have married. We know of course that one of her brother’s son still lives and she very well might marry him after all.

DAENERYS ADWD

“A crown should not sit easy on the head. One of her royal forebears had said that, once. Some Aegon, but which one? Five Aegons had ruled the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. There would have been a sixth, but the Usurper’s dogs had murdered her brother’s son when he was still a babe at the breast. If he had lived, I might have married him. “

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These two quotes work twofold I think. First they note the absolutely yearning that both Dany and Jon have to have a family of their own. This is something that is very important to the two of them. And second, there want of having a child, Jon yearning for a boy and Dany yearning for a girl.

For Jon he believes this has been denied to him by being a bastard (he wouldn’t want to father any other bastards by having children) and also by being a member of the Night’s Watch where he has vowed not to have any children.  And as we know for Dany she believes herself to be barren due in large part to Mirri’s curse/prophecy. This is especially traumatic for Dany as her identity as a mother is very important to her and a large part of who she is.

JON ASOS

“I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall.”

DAENERYS ADWD

“I will never have a little girl. I was the Mother of Dragons.”

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Here the author winks and nods at us as Jon is wishing for the very same thing Dany has, three dragons. 

JON ADWD

“He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three.”

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Finally, this pair of quotes is both a parallel and a connection between Dany and Jon. Both find themselves laying next to the person they love/are attracted to, as Jon ponders his lost of Ghost and Dany wakes from her nightmare not even the presence of these people they care about can drive the deep loneliness that they both feel.

This is also important thematically to Dany and Jon’s arc. As mention above they have a deep yearning for family, most specifically a family of their own. Both have always felt isolated to an extent from everyone else and so it seems that we are being told that something is missing for the two of them, and this perhaps is one another.

JON ASOS

Jon wondered where Ghost was now. Had he gone to Castle Black, or was he was running with some wolfpack in the woods? He had no sense of the direwolf, not even in his dreams. It made him feel as if part of himself had been cut off. Even with Ygritte sleeping beside him, he felt alone. 

DAENERYS ADWD

Beneath her coverlets she tossed and turned, dreaming that Hizdahr was kissing her … but his lips were blue and bruised, and when he thrust himself inside her, his manhood was cold as ice. She sat up with her hair disheveled and the bedclothes atangle. Her captain slept beside her, yet she was alone.