#fatwalda

I was tired, Jorah. I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl. No. You are the blood of the dragon. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words. Fire and Blood.

- Nikita Gill (insp)

Once, she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.

If I look back, I am doomed, Dany told herself… but how could she not look back? I should have seen it coming. Was I so blind, or did I close my eyes willfully, so I would not have to see the price of power?

I don’t want to be his queen. I want to go home.

“It was a fucking good table.” (x)

You’re learning how to talk like a queen. Not a queen. A Khaleesi.