#got starter

inspired by @westerosiqueens

I will answer injustice with justice

Angry snakes lash out. Makes chopping off their heads that much easier

Our fathers were evil men. They left the world worse than they found it. We are not going to do that. We are going to leave it better than we found it

Is it so far from madness to wisdom?

Perhaps I cannot make my people good. But I should at least try to make them a little less bad.

Why do the gods make kings and queens, if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?

Any other man and I would have you executed— but you. I do not want you in my city, dead or alive.

If I give everyone what they deserve, I’ll have no one left to rule.

I have fewer enemies than I did yesterday.

I am no ordinary woman. My dreams come true.

Is it so far from madness to wisdom?

If I look back, I am lost

It seems to me that a queen who trusts no one is as foolish as a queen who trusts everyone.

My reign has just begun

I value your advice, but if you ever question me in front of strangers again, you’ll be advising someone else. Is that understood?

I am not your little princess

It seems to me that a queen who trusts no one is as foolish as a queen who trusts everyone

Fire can not kill a dragon

What kind of queen am I if I am not willing to risk my life to fight them?

I am not going to stop the wheel. I am going to break the wheel

The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands

I am no ordinary woman. My dreams come true

And I swear this. If you ever betray me, I’ll burn you alive

Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap if I took you for a man

He  sold my mother's crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen

My reign has just begun

Do you think I have forgotten how it felt to be afraid?

They can live in my new world or they can die in their old one

Yes, all men must die. But we are not men

I will not let those I have freed slide back to chains.

I will do what queens do. I will rule

You are small men. None of you are fit to lead them. But I am, so I will

I will take what is mine with fire and blood

Let the priests argue over good and evil. Slavery is real. I can end it. I will end it. And I will end those behind it.

We both want to help people. We can only help them from a position of strength. Sometimes strength is terrible

I will not lie with you. And I will bear no children, for you, or anyone else

A man who fights for gold can’t afford to lose to a girl

I am the dragon’s daughter, and I swear to you that those who would harm you will die screaming.

The blood of the dragon does not weep

A queen must listen to all. The highborn and the low, the strong and the weak, the noble and the venal. One voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found.

Mother of dragons. Mother of monsters. What have I unleashed upon the world? I am the blood of the dragon. If they are monsters, so am I.

Don’t ever presume to touch me again or speak my name

The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands.

When the sun rises in the west, and sets in the east, then you shall return to me, my sun and stars

When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who have wronged me. We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground. Turn us away and we will burn you first.

Dracarys.

I am the dragon’s daughter, and I swear to you that those who would harm you will die screaming.

One voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found.

     his heart was racing fiercely, the kind of rhythm that made the hard ground he stood on feel soft and his knees weak, all while his head spun. one hand was pressed firmly to his shoulder in some attempt to slow the bleeding that marked a trail of crimson in the light snow. with every step it seemed the pressure from his hand was wavering, that his head felt lighter and spun faster, and the straight line in which he walked swayed even more. he was alone. for the first time in a long time the young wolf heard no sound other than his laboured breathing and the winter wind. alone and apparently bleeding to death.where exactly he was when he finally fell to the ground was lost to him. whether he was minutes or miles from anyone was a question he didn’t dare ask.

   The news that his wife was once again with child was music to Dontin’s ears. He thanked the gods for another blessing and hoped that this child would be a girl, a little lady for him to dote on and for Eddara to spoil as well. Her belly had only started to swell slightly when she fell sick and Dontin had spared no expense to get both her and his unborn child healthy once more. It was all for nothing. The news that his wife had passed due to fever had come early in the morning and Dontin was left to mourn for his wife and child.  In the sept, it was cold and dark but Dontin had to make the ride to High Garden. Even though his wife was not of his faith, he had no idea how to pray to the old gods but still, he had to pray to someone for her and his child.  Despite the morning being early, Dontin had heard the footsteps approaching behind him but still he did not move from his prayer. He waited instead for the person to approach him. 

A more emotional man might have cried out. A less emotional man might have stayed on the hill.

Dorian was none of these things. He saw the arrow cut above the rows of soldiers in the front, and from his elevated vantage point he saw it hit a target that it wasn't allowed to hit. Couldn't hit. Shouldn't hit.

Victory was very near, he should stay where he was, with his flags, with his generals, where he could overlook the battle and control the flow of it. Instead, he dug his spurs into his horse's side, and despite the shouts of his men, threw himself into the thick of it.

Chaos. The clang of swords, axes. It was a dry, hot day and the dust of the red earth kicked up into his face. It didn't matter. He cut down one, two, three people barely registering more than their livery. Then he was before his injured comrade, Vardar in hand - when had the great long sword gotten there? He didn't remember pulling it from its scabbard - and thrusting a hand down. Trying to help them get up on the mare.