#*holidaygifts

I am the blood of the dragon, she told herself. I am Daenerys Stormborn, Princess of Dragonstone, of the blood and seed of Aegon the Conqueror.

For me, it’s not necessarily interesting to play a strong, fearless woman. It’s interesting to play a woman who is terrified and then overcomes that fear. It’s about the journey. Courage is not the absence of fear, it’s overcoming it.

A dog can smell a lie, you know, the Hound had told her once. She could almost hear the rough rasp of his voice. Look around you, and take a good whiff. They’re all liars here, and every one better than you. She wondered what had become of Sandor Clegane. Did he know that they’d killed Joffrey? Would he care?

And now, a message of hope. Everything is garbage. You find something you care about, and it’s taken from you. Your colleagues, your dream job, your mango yogurt. Never love anything. that’s the lesson.

If there’s something you want to tell me, just tell me! Is there something you wanna tell me? Is there something you want to hear?

Off in the distance, a wolf howled. The sound made her feel sad and lonely.

You act like you’re all alone out there in the world, but you’re not. You’re not alone.

Margaery was different, though. Sweet and gentle, yet there was a little of her grandmother in her, too.