best of daenerysさんのイラストまとめ

“fine words.” tyrion was unimpressed. “words are wind. who is this bloody saviour?”

“a dragon.” the cheesemonger saw the look on his face at that, and laughed.

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daenerys targaryen as illustrated by mike miller in the a song of ice and fire graphic novels.

— “unsullied!” dany galloped before them [...]. “slay the good masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who wears a tokar or holds a whip.”

— arya drew back from him. “he killed the slave?” that did not sound right. “he should have killed the masters!”

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there are no more dragons, dany thought, staring at her brother, though she did not dare say it aloud. yet that night she dreamt of one.

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“they are… they are fearsome creatures.”

“they are dragons, quentyn.” dany stood on her toes and kissed him lightly, once on each cheek. “and so am i.”

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(…) dany settled down with her small band of survivors in the place they named vaes tolorro, the city of bones. day followed night followed day. women harvested fruit from the gardens of the dead.

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“we speak of rhaegar’s sister, born on dragonstone before its fall. the one they call daenerys.”

“the stormborn. i recall her now.” mollander lifted his tankard high, sloshing the cider that remained. “here’s to her!”

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when she slept that night, she dreamt the dragon dream again, viserys was not in it this time. there was only her and the dragon. its scales were black as night, wet and slick with blood. her blood, dany sensed. she could hear it singing to her.

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and now when they look east, they see this young queen shining from afar, this breaker of chains.

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all that daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.

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