The fact that Daenerys walked right past the throne, headed straight for the Chamber of the Painted Table, then asked “Shall we begin?” just signifies that her primary goal isn’t simply to sit on any throne. Her foremost goal is to win, and then she will rule. She has her eye on that fucking prize, and there is no way she’s going to let anyone get in her way.
The general nodded in approval. Rhodey was about to follow
him to the Humvee when his cell phone rang. […] He answered it with a curt,
“Well?” That was all Pepper Potts said.
“Well… he’s alive. We know that much.”
“Because you didn’t find his body.”
“Yeah,” he admitted.
“Who’s got him, Rhodey? What do they want with him?
“We don’t know, Pepper. I wish to God we did, but we
don’t. But we have our best people on it. We’ll find him.”
“You’ll find him.” There was distinct bitterness
in her voice. “Because we’ve done such a fantastic job finding people
hiding in mountains in Afghanistan,
supposed to protect him, dammit! You with all your weapons and security! You
He had never heard her like this. She had never been anything
other than in control, on top of everything. Smiling, efficient, nothing ever
threw her. To hear her like this tore him up.
He tried to respond, but before he could, Pepper had brought
herself under control. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“You don’t have apolo-”
“No. I do.” Her voice had reacquired its detached,
businesslike demeanor. […] You’ll keep me apprised.“
"Absolutely. You’ll be the first one to know.”
He pocketed his cell phone and wondered, not for the first
time, if Tony Stark was aware of just how completely, totally, and madly in
love with him Pepper Potts was. For that matter, he wondered if Pepper herself