[…] pressed on her a crown wrought in the shape of a three-headed dragon; the coils yellow gold, the wings silver, the heads carved from jade, ivory, and onyx.
“Viserys sold my mother’s crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen.”
Ser Jorah was shouting behind her, but he did not matter anymore, only the fire mattered. The flames were so beautiful, the loveliest things she had ever seen, each one a sorcerer robed in yellow and orange and scarlet, swirling long smoky cloaks.
I was going to take you home! Her dragons sensed her fury. Viserion roared, and smoke rose grey from his snout. Drogon beat the air with black wings, and Rhaegal twisted his head back and belched flame.
“Slaves grow our food, clean our streets, teach our young. They guard our walls, row our galleys, fight our battles. And now when they look east, they see this young queen shining from afar, this breaker of chains. The Old Blood cannot suffer that.”
“She had been born while a raging summer storm threatened to rip [Dragonstone] apart. They said that storm was terrible. The Targaryen fleet was smashed at anchor, and huge stone blocks were ripped from the parapets and sent hurtling into the wild waters of the narrow sea.”
“Hear me, Daenerys Targaryen. The glass candles are burning. Soon comes the pale mare, and after her the others. Kraken and dark flame, lion and griffin, the sun’s son and the mummer’s dragon. Trust none of them. Remember the Undying. Beware the perfumed seneschal.”
[…] pressed on her a crown wrought in the shape of a three-headed dragon; the coils yellow gold, the wings silver, the heads carved from jade, ivory, and onyx.
“Viserys sold my mother’s crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen.”
Viserys had told her all the tales when she was little. He loved to talk of dragons. She knew how Harrenhal had fallen. She knew about the Field of Fire and the Dance of the Dragons. One of her forebears, the third Aegon, had seen his own mother devoured by his uncle’s dragon.
“The dragon queen awaits me in Meereen.”
The fairest woman in the world if my brother could be believed. Her hair is silver-gold, her eyes are amethysts.
you don’t truly like the targaryens then. grrm created daenerys targaryen before he created any other member of her house. the characterisation, lives, and stories of every single targaryen were created with daenerys stormborn in mind.
“Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of him, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow.” #AStormOfSwords#DaenerysTargaryen#JonSnow#SnowStorm
No, she wanted to shout to him, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don’t you see? Don’t you SEE?
“We will be put to the sword, our sweet wives and maiden daughters raped and enslaved.”
“Not mine,” grumbled Skahaz Shavepate. “I will kill them first, with mine own hand.” He slapped his sword hilt.
Dany felt as if he had slapped her face instead.