She literally wrote the prettiest lyrics about a random fucking rock!!!
“I spy with my little tired eye / Tiny as a firefly / A pebble that we picked up last July / Down deep inside your pocket / We almost forgot it / Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?”
“Sweet nothing” being about the quiet little things, the little moments of just nothing that may seem insignificant (like a pretty rock you picked up while out of town) and how they somehow end up meaning something because you’re with the person you love is so beautiful.
Accepting identities I don't understand is actually extremely easy because I just go "this isn't about me" and move on with my life unbothered by someone else's identity, it's truly that simple.
You were born of a sacrilegious union. Your green dragon mom never figured the knight she seduced while masquerading as a noblewoman was a silver dragon in disguise. You’d no idea either, born a human orphan. When your dragon blood awoke, so did the dangers which all your heritage entails.