I know that somewhere upon the grass, her dragons hatched, and so did she. I know she is proud. How not? What else was left her but pride? I know she is strong. How not? The Dothraki despise weakness. If Daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with Viserys. I know she is fierce

               DAENERYS STORMBORN OF HOUSE TARGARYEN

She knew.

There may have been a flicker of surprise in those bright eyes of her, brief and tenuous as a candleflame caught within a gust of wind. But it was surprise that eased into recognition and finally into nothing of what he’d hoped to see. No smile, no gentle quirk of her mouth, no greeting, only the silence that crashed upon him like the seas they sailed, sweeping aside the frail remnants of his courage into a dark unknown. And all that remained was a boy, not a man. A boy who wished he could have been carried away rather than to face what rejection that might have remained upon her tongue.

But it was only silence that they were locked in and he could feel it then, the thrum of something else between them. Something caught within the spaces of their bodies that drew him forward, hearing the invitation that she’d never spoken. 

She let him in. 

Suddenly he could breathe again like a drowning man breaking the surface to find her on the other side. His lifeline, his lighthouse in the dark, his guide in all the madness that’d taken the world. His. She was his and he would be hers if she’d let him. Still silence reigned and Jon found the door, slowly swinging it shut that the sound shouldn’t have been so loud. But there was something like a finality to it that jolted him from his daze. Like an animal startled forward, he was on her, hands cradling her face as he took her lips, breathing in the scent of her perfume that’d lingered with him since she’d stayed at his side all those nights ago, with tears glimmering in her eyes that he’d never wanted to see again. 

He kissed her, tasting the sweet fire of her mouth. Kissed by fire. He almost laughed. She was the fire and he would gladly burn to within her arms. “Daenerys,” he breathed, pressing his forehead against her, feeling the release of some shifting tension that’d knotted within him since he’d first met her what seemed a lifetime ago. “Daenerys. Dany.” He wanted to call her more, but the words were caught in his throat. 

Even now he lacked the courage for it.    

But there was a smile as he spoke her name, repeated them like some holy prayer as he held her between his hands. How could someone all consuming be so soft and gentle to the touch all at once? His thumb traced along the faint lines of her skin, where sorrow and grief and exhaustion had left their mark like scars upon her body. He wanted so desperately to kiss them away, but he stood frozen, still uncertain even now. 

They’re are ‘three types’ of Dornishmen and being considerably closer to essos, Dorne has always seemed to be a crossroads/melting pot of cultures. I laugh when people say Dorne isn’t diverse..soundsreallyfakebutokay

to those people i say : look at the damn martell household. the martells are the representatives of dorne - look at their family and their staff and the people they are friends with. you can’t tell me dorne isn’t diverse when the ruling family, who sets the example for the region bc people have so much respect for them, chooses to surround themselves with such a diverse cast of people. clearly this is book based & not show based.

whispers agreed but don’t tell Rhaegar ok

^^This is the only other opinion that matters.

nasty

POKEMON TRAINER DAENERYS TARGARYEN

team: charizard ●  mega charizard x ●  charizard  ●  rapidash ●  delphox ●  vivillon (sandstorm) legendary pokemon: zekrom