She had always loved the sea. The expanse of water in every direction always made her feel free and unburdened. Daenerys remembered the first time she sailed. Viserys had taken her to Myr, fleeing from Braavos after the death of Willem Darry. She had loved all the songs the sailor sang, and how carefree they had looked, at least in her young eyes. Ever since then, deep inside, she had yearned for that same freedom that sailing brought. At some point, she had even imagined herself as a pirate queen, hunting the Usurper's ships in the Narrow Seas.