It is hard for me to... use this thing. Phone? They call it something. It is annoying- but I am told writing to this place may help me understand this strange place.
The Moon of My Life is here so there is nothing else I care for. She is all I care about. She is the reason I draw breath, why I do anything. She keeps me sane. I do not like that I must write her title in common- it is far more dignified and gorgeous, as she is, in Dothraki. But this damn thing does not have the characters for it.
She is my Kahleesi, the Moon of My Life. I swore a vow to her, before the Mother of Mountains, that I would give our son- The Stallion Who Will Mount the World- the Iron Chair that my Kahleesi’s father sat upon. This vow remains, no matter what world we are in. No matter how much time passes. I made a vow and I shall make it so.