Cinders

She stood naked in the smouldering cinders, pale skin smeared with ash. Not a single white hair on her body had been singed, and it stunned her viewers. They had said that it was impossible that she could survive, and yet here she was, unscathed after the orange flames had danced around her body. It had been a truly beautiful sight. Daenerys stepped out and covered herself in a silk robe, smirking at the astonished expressions. They should have known that fire can never hurt a dragon.