karolina

children of alysanne and jaehaerys (at least those who survived)

daena the defiant

from smoke and salt was she born to make the world anew

"slavery is not the same as rain," she insisted. "i have been rained on and i have been sold. it is not the same. no man wants to be owned."

“they will not hurt me,” she told him. “they are my children, jorah.”

i know she is strong. how not? the dothraki despise weakness

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