The town respects you. My guess is, they’ll listen to reason. I wouldn’t be so sure.

Ser Jorah urged her to go, but Dany remembered a dream she had dreamed in the House of the Undying. “They will not hurt me,” she told him. “They are my children, Jorah.” She laughed, put her heels into her horse, and rode to them, the bells in her hair ringing sweet victory. She trotted, then cantered, then broke into a gallop, her braid streaming behind. The freed slaves parted before her. “Mother,” they called from a hundred throats, a thousand, ten thousand. “Mother,” they sang, their fingers brushing her legs as she flew by. “Mother, Mother, Mother!” – Daenerys II, A Storm of Swords

Daenerys Targaryen by Gary Gianni in A Storm of Swords: The Illustrated Edition

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          I will not say “do not weep,”
                   for not all tears are an evil.