AERITH’S POV
It was Daenerys. She stood at the kitchen entrance, eyes widened, her mouth gaped and she looked at me with a strange expression on her face.
Before I could stand up, Daenerys had dashed to my side with a fast speed I hadn't foreseen. A murderous expression was on her face and if I was left here to deal with her, she would kill me before…
She held me by the shoulder and shook vigorously. Her grip on my shoulder was so strong I was beginning to think that she was possessed by an evil spirit.
"What did you say?" She asked me.
I stared at her in shock. Why was she acting strange?
Had she heard me? For how long had she stood there?
"Who were you just speaking about? Why did you call his name? How did you know him!?" Daenerys shook me hard and kept on asking me questions.
