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Where’s the blood? Then suddenly he understood. Jaime rounded on Hoat. “You gave her a tourney sword.”
The goat brayed laughter, “Of courth.”
“I’ll pay her bloody ransom. Gold, sapphires, whatever you want. Pull her out of there.”
“You want her? Go get her.”
So he did.
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.
So is this the sort of story that you like? In that darkness the white walkers came for the first time. They swept through cities and kingdoms, riding their dead horses, hunting with their packs of pale spiders big as hounds...
“There are many who know that without you this city faced certain defeat. The king won't give you any honors, the histories won't mention you, but we will not forget.”
Varys
“I am the blood of the dragon. If they are monsters, so am I.”
Daenerys Targaryen
"We came from the sea, and to the sea we must return. Open your mouth and drink deep of God's blessing."
Aeron Greyjoy
“Viserys was Mad Aerys’s son, just so. Daenerys…Daenerys is quite different. The frightened child who sheltered in my manse died on the Dothraki sea, and was reborn in blood and fire. This dragon queen who wears her name is a true Targaryen.”
Illyrio Mopatis