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Beneath her ravaged scalp, her face was shredded skin and black blood. But her eyes were the most terrible thing. Her eyes saw him, and they hated. “She don’t speak,” said the big man in the yellow cloak. “You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers.”
Viserion flapped perched on her shoulder,as he had when he was smaller. “No,” Dany said, trying to shrug him off gently. “You’re too big for that now, sweetling.” But the dragon coiled his tail around her, clinging tightly. Helpless, she sank into Groleos leather chair, giggling.
“Daenerys Targaryen rose, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.”
"My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind."
Tyrion Lannister
“I ride to Winterfell alone, unless…” Jon paused..."Is there any man here who will come stand with me?" The roar was all he could have hoped for, the tumult so loud that two shields tumbled from the walls. I have my swords, thought Jon Snow, & we are coming for you, Bastard.
“Tyrion Lannister had claimed that most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it, but Jon was done with denials. He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned.”
Jon Snow