Sansa, A Woman Who Was Brought Up As A Proper Lady, With All Lady Like Training, Trained In All Womanly

Sansa, a woman who was brought up as a proper lady, with all lady like training, trained in all womanly arts, diplomacy, manners, grew around LF, Cersei and many others who were also trained in such arts:

*sarcastically in a hateful, fake way*

-Winterfell is yours, Your Grace.

-HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO FEED THE GREATEST ARMY THIS WORLD HAS EVER SEEN BITCH TAKE THEM WITH YOU AND GO AWAY

- What do dragons eat?

Dany, a woman born in Dragonstone, taken away by her brother to Essos, always on the run, no proper education, married to a savage, a horde of savages were her people, had an outcast, an old man, a little girl as her advisors and at a later stage a dwarf who hardly gave sensible and logical advice:

-Thank you for letting us into your home, Lady Sansa. The north is as beautiful as your brother claimed, as are you.

-I feel like we're at odds with one another, why is that? (Tries to start on the right foot once again. Takes the initiative)

Clearly shows how sometimes even if you have the best of teachers and family and surroundings and upbringing, if what's inside is ugly, no amount of make up and sugar coated words will prevent it from jumping out.

What Daenerys was Supposed to Do

FYI, this is pure satire, with me attempting to rewrite a quick overview of what antis wanted Dany to be? Or how she could’ve been “better” according to antis. It pissed me off enough that I just kind of threw it together in a rage. 

When Daenerys arrived at the Dothraki encampment the night of her wedding, she did not cry, because crying is ugly and this thirteen year old girl should know this. Instead she smiled and thanked Khal Drogo for deciding to marry a child, and turned over so she could be used in whatever way her warlord husband saw fit. But she also was disgusted, as she was supposed to be, because her warlord husband killed people, but she couldn’t express such a thing, or she was being insensitive to his ways. It was a very fine line Daenerys had to walk, to be considered perfect. 

Several days later, when Irri and Jhiqui tried to teach her to speak Dothraki, she put up a hand and shook her head with what can only be described as humble condescension. “Don’t you know I’ll be appropriating your culture if I learn your language? No thank you.” The women both nodded, in awe that she was so utterly woke about such issues.

As they crossed the great grass sea, and Viserys grew more volatile, Dany let him hit her, as his mental health issues and own suffering were far more important than her own. Even when they arrived at Vaes Dothrak, and she had to perform the heart eating ceremony, she was humble and polite and kept her eyes down, like a good abuse victim is supposed to. When Khal Drogo spoke of their son, their Stallion that Rides the World, Dany hid herself in shame, because why would she ever want to hurt anyone or take back her throne? She was only a little girl, girls weren’t meant to be in charge of anything. 

When Viserys approached her with his sword drawn, threatening to cut her child from her stomach, Dany nodded wisely and presented herself for the slicing, shocked when Khal Drogo defended her and took his brother to his death. She wept bitterly. How could they do that to her abusive, violent, disturbed brother who wanted to kill her? The world was a dark place, and Daenerys knew that her sweet shining Viserys was a truly good man under all of the sexual, mental, and emotional abuse he put her through. 

Later, when Mirri Maz Durr and the other women were being assaulted, Dany stood up for them as quickly as she could - but not too soon, because apparently that also means she would have been trying to change their pillaging ways - but not soon enough because obviously Daenerys was not strong enough to do anything. The woman cursed her husband, and Daenerys’s son was still-born. She cursed herself for being a trusting little girl and then decided to be happy her son was dead because he was prophesied to be evil anyways. Instead of burning Mirri Maz Durr, as she had wanted, she let her go - after all, it was her own thirteen year old fault everything bad had happened. 

Still, she walked into the fire of her husband’s funeral pyre with her dragon eggs, and still the dragons were born, or maybe she found them dying on the side of the road and picked them up like a bunch of direwolf puppies, as the saying goes. She solemnly bowed her head - how privileged she was for getting dragons! How privileged she was for being a child bride! They crossed the Red Waste, and somehow Danaerys was like Jesus, and made the food last the whole time, or maybe not because then she would be too overpowered. Regardless, she still didn’t suffer enough, or prettily enough, as she was bald the whole time. 

Nobody seemed to care about her time in Qarth, but Dany somehow made it so that she didn’t kill the warlocks but she also kept her dragons. Many said she was OP because of it, although she wasn’t sure what that meant! 

When she met with Kraznys, and he spoke of her so disgustingly and cruelly, and bragged about hurting his Unsullied, who were slaves, Daenerys simply sighed deeply - she couldn’t cheat such an honorable slave owner. She was a good girl after all, and that meant letting the bad guys win, violence is bad no matter what. Luckily, good honorable Jorah Mormont did some political brilliance, and Daenerys’s dragons acted of their own accord - the Unsullied were free! (But Dany really ought to control her dragons better, they can’t go around burning the good and kind slave owners at their own will!) Dany of course didn’t do anything violent or underhanded to help people, she passively allowed things to happen, which also means she probably didn’t truly earn it either. 

She wanted to help free Slaver’s Bay, free Mereen and Yunkai, but she was told that that meant she would disrupt their economy! And obviously the economy is more important than the fate of hundreds of thousands of enslaved people, so Dany simply left them enslaved. She knew that the economy needed to gently let go of slavery over the course of decades, nothing matters more than the economy. She also knew she couldn’t go in, dragons blazing and Unsullied fighting, because saving the multi-cultural cities of many different peoples would mean she was a white feminist, and she didn’t want them to think that. Although since she didn’t help the poor people of those cities, she was also fully responsible for their chains. It seemed that she just couldn’t win. 

So Daenerys crossed the sea to Westeros, where she wanted to go her whole life. Upon arriving of course, she immediately sought out the wise council of Tyrion Lannister. He taught her everything he knew, but he kept things close to his chest, a little girl can’t have too much information, you know. After some time of her doing god knows what, she went in search of Jon Snow. When she arrived at Winterfell, she bowed to him and his sister Snsa, who both somehow had control over the north despite the fact that Snsa was supposed to be in the Vale, poisoning her cousin. “Here, take my dragons and my armies, I am but a little foolish girl who doesn’t deserve either!” she cried out humbly to the great wolves. 

They condescended her and took her dragons and armies. Jon Snow got a feeling that he was also a Targaryen - and he discovered with a shock that he was. Daenerys cried and told Jon that he could be the King of Westeros, and she didn’t want it anymore - thank god a man was able to do her job for her! 

After the Long Night, they defeated the Night King, and Jon Snow became King of the Seven Kingdoms, and Daenerys smiled and fucked off to Dragonstone, where she lived forever and ever with Jorah Mormont, because what fifteen year old girl doesn’t want a fifty year old husband! 

And she lived peacefully forever, but even then, a peaceful ending is probably “too unrealistic” for Dany and it made many people mad.

THE END.

Fuck the common people. Fuck the workers who might be using the library. Fuck the maester who might be in the library. Fuck my hand maidens or the helping boys who might be cleaning the library. Fuck the kids who might be hiding out or playing there

Fuck my own sons and daughters who might be in the library. My son Bran is safe here and the fire cannot reach this room. Anyone else can fuck off to hell and die.

That's literally the attitude of this benevolent mother. I can't make this shit up. Honestly

↖️This blog will forever stand with Daenerys Targaryen.

Me sitting here thinking about how Dany's this particular GORGEOUS BRIAID looks like a waterfall and how Missandei might have plaited them that way because the last time Dany was truly happy was when she was with Jon at the waterfalls,after which shit just went to hell.

Don't mind me while I cry about this in the corner for a week.

Dany X AGoT vs. Davos I ACoK: Azor Ahai

The false forging of Lightbringer in Davos I ACoK is certainly an unforgettable moment, but there are two conversations Davos has about the moment that stand out to me as deliberate anti-parallels GRRM set up to highlight that Dany is the real Azor Ahai. 

The first is his conversation with Salladhor Saan. Now, everyone pays attention to this conversation because it’s when we learn about how Azor Ahai forged the true lightbringer, by plunging it into the heart of his wife Nissa Nissa. But Salladhor Saan says something else that stands out to me: 

“Now do you see my meaning? Be glad that it is just a burnt sword that His Grace pulled from that fire. Too much light can hurt the eyes, my friend, and fire burns.” Salladhor Saan finished the last grape and smacked his lips.

We learn almost immediately that Stannis’ sword is a fake Lightbringer, a burnt sword. We later learn that Melisandre’s magic is part and parcel to maintaining this illusion. 

Davos reflects after the conversation: 

He remembered the red priest Thoros of Myr, and the flaming sword he had wielded in the melee. The man had made for a colorful spectacle, his red robes flapping while his blade writhed with pale green flames, but everyone knew there was no true magic to it, and in the end his fire had guttered out and Bronze Yohn Royce had brained him with a common mace.

Thoros and Melisandre are both Red Prists of R’hllor who can wield magic. But the magic used to make a flaming sword is limited. The flames of Thoros of Myr’s burning sword eventually patter out, and he’s defeated by a regular man who can’t use magic. This is what will happen to Stannis, when it’s revealed that he does not wield Lightbringer and is not Azor Ahai: he’s a regular man at the end of the day, and it was someone else’s magic that gave him the illusion of being Azor Ahai. 

Contrast that with this line from Dany X AGoT: 

No, she wanted to shout to him, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don’t you see? Don’t you SEE? With a belch of flame and smoke that reached thirty feet into the sky, the pyre collapsed and came down around her. Unafraid, Dany stepped forward into the firestorm, calling to her children.

Fire burns. Regular people cannot look upon light for too long or it hurts their eyes. Regular people cannot wield fire because it will burn them and hurt them. Dany is different––Dany is magical, she is a messiah, she is the real Azor Ahai. Where Salladhor Saan says “fire burns”, Dany says “the fire is mine”. This is an important difference. For most people, fire is something to fear. For Daenerys (and Melisandre, who is the first one to recite the actual prophecy for the reader), fire is life itself. 

The second conversation is one Davos has with Ser Axell Florent. 

“The Lady Melisandre tells us that sometimes R'hllor permits his faithful servants to glimpse the future in flames. It seemed to me as I watched the fire this morning that I was looking at a dozen beautiful dancers, maidens garbed in yellow silk spinning and swirling before a great king. I think it was a true vision, ser. A glimpse of the glory that awaits His Grace after we take King’s Landing and the throne that is his by rights.”

Which immediately reminded me of this: 

The flames writhed before her like the women who had danced at her wedding, whirling and singing and spinning their yellow and orange and crimson veils, fearsome to behold, yet lovely, so lovely, alive with heat. Dany opened her arms to them, her skin flushed and glowing. This is a wedding, too, she thought.

[…]

The flames were so beautiful, the loveliest things she had ever seen, each one a sorcerer robed in yellow and orange and scarlet, swirling long smoky cloaks. She saw crimson firelions and great yellow serpents and unicorns made of pale blue flame; she saw fish and foxes and monsters, wolves and bright birds and flowering trees, each more beautiful than the last.

Dany herself sees women dancing in the flames of her husband’s funeral pyre, while Ser Axell Florent, an observer of the forging of the false Lightbringer, also sees women dancing in the flames. Note the consistency in color imagery (yellow), the evocation of beauty, the texture (yellow and orange and crimson veils vs. yellow silk). The difference between the imagery, though, is important to me. Dany compares the flames to actual women who danced at her actual wedding, when she became a Khaleesi (her first instance of being a Queen in some capacity). Ser Axell Florent compares the flames to women who dance before a great king, though Stannis has not actually won his Crown yet. Dany’s comparison is one based on truth, a real memory that stands out to her, while Ser Axell’s is a comparison based on nothing but a hope, as opposed to something that actually happened. 

There is also the difference between Ser Axell saying the flames “SEEMED” to be beautiful dancers clad in yellow silk versus Dany just flat out “SEEING” beautiful dancers in the flames, sorcerers, and other magical creatures. “Seeming” maxes Ser Axell’s observations more blatantly a product of wishful thinking––unconsciously, he is making himself believe that he saw something in the flames that he actually didn’t––whereas Dany doesn’t have to make herself think or see anything, she just sees these images in the flames, point blank. The passive construction of Ser Axell’s observations vs. the active construction of Dany’s observations is important.

(Also want to point out that Dany enjoys things like dancing, whereas as Davos observes, Stannis would never have dancers at his coronation). 

Let’s also look at the differences between the setting of the scenes.

Jhogo spied it first. “There,” he said in a hushed voice. Dany looked and saw it, low in the east. The first star was a comet, burning red. Bloodred; fire red; the dragon’s tail. She could not have asked for a stronger sign.

Dany sees the Red Comet before any of the other major players in the series do. She witnesses it right before the birth of her dragons, and accurately takes it for an omen. We only get the reaction of the other characters to this Comet in A Clash of Kings, and that includes Stannis Baratheon and his people. We read about Dany seeing the Comet before anyone else does, and what comes after is the birth of her dragons. In ACoK, Stannis sees the comet, and Melisandre does take it for a sign, but what is “born” after that Omen are not three dragons and a resurgence of magic but rather a false Lightbringer whose flames will die out. 

The land was red and dead and parched, and good wood was hard to come by. Her foragers returned with gnarled cottonwoods, purple brush, sheaves of brown grass. They took the two straightest trees, hacked the limbs and branches from them, skinned off their bark, and split them, laying the logs in a square. Its center they filled with straw, brush, bark shavings, and bundles of dry grass. Rakharo chose a stallion from the small herd that remained to them; he was not the equal of Khal Drogo’s red, but few horses were. In the center of the square, Aggo fed him a withered apple and dropped him in an instant with an axe blow between the eyes. […]

Over the carcass of the horse, they built a platform of hewn logs; trunks of smaller trees and limbs from the greater, and the thickest straightest branches they could find. They laid the wood east to west, from sunrise to sunset. On the platform they piled Khal Drogo’s treasures: his great tent, his painted vests, his saddles and harness, the whip his father had given him when he came to manhood, the arakh he had used to slay Khal Ogo and his son, a mighty dragonbone bow. […]

The third level of the platform was woven of branches no thicker than a finger, and covered with dry leaves and twigs. They laid them north to south, from ice to fire, and piled them high with soft cushions and sleeping silks. The sun had begun to lower toward the west by the time they were done. […]

She climbed the pyre herself to place the eggs around her sun-and-stars. The black beside his heart, under his arm. The green beside his head, his braid coiled around it. The cream-and-gold down between his legs. […]

There is magic in how Dany constructs Drogo’s funeral pyre. It’s rudimentary. Dany is a Dothraki Khaleesi and builds the pyre based on Dothraki custom. There’s so much that goes into that pyre––MMD’s blood magic, Dany’s love for Drogo, Drogo’s corpse, a dead horse (for Drogo to ride to the Night Lands), Dany’s love for her children, passion, MMD herself (and her death), Dany’s death (she has to go into the fire to be reborn, and being reborn means dying first), Dany’s Targaryen heritage, and all the death that had to pay for life (Dany’s rebirth, and the birth of her dragons). Yet as rudimentary as this pyre is (made with gnarled wood that they foraged for), it’s also structured in a very deliberate way. For the platform of the pyre, the trees are laid from east to west, sunrise to sunset, which correlates with what MMD told Dany, that she will only have children when the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. On the third level of the platform, they also laid the twigs from north to south, from ice to fire, which clearly embodies two of the dichotomies prevalent in “the song of ice and fire”. 

Let’s look at the setting of the forging of the false Lightbringer. 

They were all afire now, Maid and Mother, Warrior and Smith, the Crone with her pearl eyes and the Father with his gilded beard; even the Stranger, carved to look more animal than human. The old dry wood and countless layers of paint and varnish blazed with a fierce hungry light. Heat rose shimmering through the chill air; behind, the gargoyles and stone dragons on the castle walls seemed blurred, as if Davos were seeing them through a veil of tears. Or as if the beasts were trembling, stirring… […]

The red woman walked round the fire three times, praying once in the speech of Asshai, once in High Valyrian, and once in the Common Tongue. Davos understood only the last. “R’hllor, come to us in our darkness,” she called. “Lord of Light, we offer you these false gods, these seven who are one, and him the enemy. Take them and cast your light upon us, for the night is dark and full of terrors.” […]

Dragonstone’s sept had been where Aegon the Conqueror knelt to pray the night before he sailed. That had not saved it from the queen’s men. They had overturned the altars, pulled down the statues, and smashed the stained glass with warhammers. […]

The burning gods cast a pretty light, wreathed in their robes of shifting flame, red and orange and yellow. Septon Barre had once told Davos how they’d been carved from the masts of the ships that had carried the first Targaryens from Valyria. Over the centuries, they had been painted and repainted, gilded, silvered, jeweled. “Their beauty will make them more pleasing to R’hllor,” Melisandre said when she told Stannis to pull them down and drag them out the castle gates. […]

The Maiden lay athwart the Warrior, her arms widespread as if to embrace him. The Mother seemed almost to shudder as the flames came licking up her face. A longsword had been thrust through her heart, and its leather grip was alive with flame. The Father was on the bottom, the first to fall. Davos watched the hand of the Stranger writhe and curl as the fingers blackened and fell away one by one, reduced to so much glowing charcoal. […]

There’s violence that goes into the construction of both Drogo’s funeral pyre and the burning of the seven gods, but unlike Drogo’s funeral pyre, there’s no love and no connection with the culture and the nature of the setting. While both events take place in isolated areas (the Dothraki sea and Dragonstone), Dany constructs her husband’s funeral pyre by taking advantage of the nature around her (they are in a very sparse area, so good wood is hard to come by) and by keeping in mind Dothraki customs (slaying a horse, waiting for the Red Comet, putting all of Drogo’s beloved items with him). Whereas the construction of this pyre is purely based on violence. Selyse Florent’s men have to destroy the Sept of Dragonstone. They have to fight––and kill––some men to be able to obtain the statues. None of that love Dany has for her children or for Drogo goes into burning the Statues (besides, at the most, Mel’s love for R’hllor). The sept of Dragonstone has to be destroyed for the forging of the false Lightbringer, and both a symbolic and physical destruction of the prevailing culture in favor of a different one, whereas Dany constructs the funeral pyre using the raw materials available to her and in a way that keeps the customs of the Dothraki intact. I also want to point out that the statues are gorgeous, made of polished high-quality wood, whereas Dany’s funeral pyre for Drogo is made out of the wood they could scavenge from the land, and it’s not fancily made or beautiful in a traditional sense.

(I want to note that there is an orientalism inherent to how GRRM has written Melisandre and the reactions of Westerosi to R’hllorism. GRRM’s writing privileges The Faith of the Seven, a Western religion, aganst R’hllorism, an Eastern religion, and explicitly characterizes said Eastern religion as dark and demonic and eerie. We’re meant to react to this scene, and Melisandre’s religious fervor in general, as if this is summarily a negative thing, a “scary’ form of religious devotion. R’hllorism and Red Priests are used to prop up the white/Westerosi characters like Stannis, Jon, Victarion, and Dany, while its devotees and priests are clearly demonized, clearly meant to be seen as “doing the wrong thing” and a “cautionary tale on religious devotion”. This is how western writers imagine and discourse about “scary” eastern religions in general, and that orientalism is prevalent throughout the Stannis storyline and becomes part of Tyrion’s ADWD storyline as well. So while I’m commenting on the differences between Dany X AGoT and Davos I ACoK, note that as a South Asian Hindu, I’m very unhappy with how GRRM makes readers feel pathos for a Western religion by explicitly demonizing an Eastern religion and then using that religion to create a storyline for multiple white characters. Please keep that in mind.)

Let’s look at how Dany births her dragons vs. how Stannis brandishes “Lightbringer”. 

With a belch of flame and smoke that reached thirty feet into the sky, the pyre collapsed and came down around her. Unafraid, Dany stepped forward into the firestorm, calling to her children.

Dany is very active in this whole process. She helps construct Drogo’s pyre, directing where to find wood, how to build it, where to place the items. She herself puts the eggs in strategic positions. And she herself walks into the pyre. She doesn’t need anyone’s direction or any prompting; in fact, everyone around her is discouraging her from walking into the pyre, because they’re scared that she’ll die. 

Stannis Baratheon strode forward like a soldier marching into battle […]

The king plunged into the fire with his teeth clenched, holding the leather cloak before him to keep off the flames. He went straight to the Mother, grasped the sword with his gloved hand, and wrenched it free of the burning wood with a single hard jerk. Then he was retreating, the sword held high, jade-green flames swirling around cherry-red steel. Guards rushed to beat out the cinders that clung to the king’s clothing. […]

A ragged wave of shouts gave answer, just as Stannis’s glove began to smolder. Cursing, the king thrust the point of the sword into the damp earth and beat out the flames against his leg.

Stannis has a very detached perspective on forging “Lightbringer”. He doesn’t do it because he wants to, he does it because he’s been convinced by Melisandre that he’s Azor Ahai reborn. He’s not passionate about the moment, as he walks into it “like a soldier”. He “clenches his teeth” as he plunges his hand into the fire. And he’s not actually safe from the fire––Dany boldly steps into the fire and emerges unburnt, but Stannis clearly still feels pain from the fire. It’s not a happy or triumphant moment for Stannis himself, and he does what he does because of Melisandre’s direction, not out of his own instinct. 

The people around them also react differently to the respective scenes. First, contrast Dany’s tiny little Khalasar on the Dothraki Sea with the lords and ladies who’re witnessing the forging of “Lightbringer”. Second, everyone around Dany is telling her not to walk into the pyre. Jorah thinks she intends to die with Drogo. Her little Khalasar is scared and worried. On the other hand, the people around Davos are split between worshipping R’hllor and being very, very wary of Melisandre and the whole burning of the statues. Davos’ own sons are split. Davos himself is conflicted and put off. Third, the reactions between Dany’s little Khalasar and Stannis’ people are also marked by the gravitas of the “achivements”. 

Dany frees her Khalasar before she walks into the funeral pyre. 

“You will be my khalasar,” she told them. “I see the faces of slaves. I free you. Take off your collars. Go if you wish, no one shall harm you. If you stay, it will be as brothers and sisters, husbands and wives.” The black eyes watched her, wary, expressionless. “I see the children, women, the wrinkled faces of the aged. I was a child yesterday. Today I am a woman. Tomorrow I will be old. To each of you I say, give me your hands and your hearts, and there will always be a place for you.”

Note that 1) her Khalasar (not hers yet, but almost) is composed of the frail, the elderly, the weak, the disabled, children, and women––no Dothraki leadership. no strong combatants save for Dany’s bloodriders and 2) they are wary of what she is about to do. Even Jhogo, Aggo, and Rakharo don’t agree to being her bloodriders at first because per Dothraki custom, Khaleesis cannot have bloodriders.

Jhogo took the whip from her hands, but his face was confused. “Khaleesi,” he said hesitantly, “this is not done. It would shame me, to be bloodrider to a woman.”  Aggo accepted the bow with lowered eyes. “I cannot say these words. Only a man can lead a khalasar or name a ko.” “You are khaleesi,” Rakharo said, taking the arakh. “I shall ride at your side to Vaes Dothrak beneath the Mother of Mountains, and keep you safe from harm until you take your place with the crones of the dosh khaleen. No more can I promise.”

Yet when she births her dragons, the entire situation shifts. 

“Wordless, the knight fell to his knees. The men of her khas came up behind him. Jhogo was the first to lay his arakh at her feet. “Blood of my blood,” he murmured, pushing his face to the smoking earth. “Blood of my blood,” she heard Aggo echo. “Blood of my blood,” Rakharo shouted.

And after them came her handmaids, and then the others, all the Dothraki, men and women and children, and Dany had only to look at their eyes to know that they were hers now, today and tomorrow and forever, hers as they had never been Drogo’s.”

The moment is framed as triumphant. Jhogo, Aggo, and Rakharo immediately claim her as blood of their blood. They are her bloodriders. The Khalasar is hers, Jorah is hers. They are her people, they are loyal to her in life or death. And she earned their loyalty by going against everyone else’s fears and expectations, by bringing back dragons and magic to the world where older and more powerful people before her couldn’t. 

Again, contrast that with Stannis. Not only is it Melisandre’s magic that’s maintaining the illusion of “Lightbringer”, but the people proclaiming him Azor Ahai are doing it purely based on that illusion. Stannis reaching to brandish “Lightbringer” did not take the same effort and sacrifice that Dany birthing her dragons did (the same effort and sacrifice that, I might add, Azor Ahai himself had to show to forge Lightbringer, as he failed twice before he plunged it into the heart of Nissa Nissa, making him reforge the sword before he succeeded). Yet his people accepted it anyway, whereas Dany’s people did not become loyal to her until she proved that she is magical and powerful and tenacious and strong and worthy of following. This is because Stannis can be considered Azor Ahai based purely on the fact that he declared himself King and because Melisandre’s magic makes his sword burn, whereas Dany has to sacrifice her very being to birth her dragons. Stannis does not create this effect, he relies on someone else’s magic, whereas Dany herself through her own efforts produces the magic and births the dragons. This is the ultimate difference between Stannis “forging” Lightbringer and Dany birthing the dragons. Stannis didn’t have to do much to a) earn being called Azor Ahai (it’s all Mel’s magic + he can call himself king because he’s a male Baratheon with a lordship, soldiers, lands, titles and people already at his disposal) and b) “forge” Lightbringer itself, whereas Dany has to exert every aspect of her being and nearly lose everything to BOTH birth her dragons AND earn the loyalty of her people. Azor Ahai had to actively forge lightbringer by himself, just as Dany births the dragons, whereas Stannis can only forge “Lightbringer” so long as Mel’s magic and illusions work. 

Thus, Dany X AGoT and Davos I ACoK are deliberate anti-parallels meant to highlight the reality of who it is that will fulfill the Azor Ahai prophecy, despite the fact that we first hear of it not from a Dany POV chapter but from Melisandre in a Davos POV chapter. I truly believe that GRRM deliberately intended for these chapters to be juxtaposed and for Stannis and Daenerys to be juxtaposed as well. 

Daenerys is Azor Ahai, and hers is the song of ice and fire.