karolina

she was naked, covered with soot, her clothes turned to ash, her beautiful hair all crisped away... yet she was unhurt

and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons

dany opened her arms to them, her skin flushed and glowing. this is a wedding, too, she thought

only death may pay for life

she had come howling into the world on distant dragonstone as the greatest storm in the memory of westeros howled outside

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

if you force her to marry a man she does not want, she is like to slit his throat on their wedding night

baela targaryen

braavos was a city made for secrets, a city of fogs and masks and whispers

all the colors that had been missing from vaes tolorro had found their way to qarth

dothraki were not accustomed to staying long in one place

after the birth of her son, she begged aegon to have the faith release her from her marriage vows so she could become a septa, but he refused

to this day, lys remains "a feast for the senses, a balm for the soul"

i shall make you a cloak of its skin, moon of my life queen you shall be… until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear

the valyrians had raised it, after all, and all their works stank of sorcery