DAENERYS

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TO OFTEN WE TRIVIALIZE the hardship of survival. Too often we think what is natural is also easy. TO OFTEN WE PRETEND to ignore the glass shards that fill our lungs with every breath we take— smiling as they puncture our throats and we swallow the blood down, content to choke on the silence. BUT I AM A WARRIOR- the kind that is constantly at war with myself. My breath is my battle cry, and my heart is a sound piece, announcing victory with each beat. —And the fight goes on.

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lannisten

I’m grateful to you, Lady Olenna, for your counsel. I’m grateful to all of you. But you have chosen to follow me. I will not attack King’s Landing. We will not attack King’s Landing.

got-source

GAME OF THRONES FASHION | Daenerys’s dragon brooch & pin (requested by manbunjon)

iheartgot

daivasalgia:

they patiently gulp down another mouthful of wine, a gag follows and a shiver passes through them. aislin had always despised the taste of wine, finding the way it burned to be undesirable. they avoided the drink when possible, though here in the middle of the feast, they felt obligated. again, they press the cup to their lips, forcing the rest of the drink down their throat. their eyes squeeze shut, their face contorts into an expression of disgust. “d a m n.” they hiss.

“i see you aren’t one for wine?” the silver haired princess said as she observed the other’s course of emotions. at the start, the princess herself wasn’t one for wine. she didn’t like the bitter taste and the burning feeling down the throat. but as she grew up it was needed for her to stay calm and collected. however she never indulged in more than two drinks. feast or not, there was a reputation royals needed to live up to.

aiguiille:

The great hall was buzzing with music and laughter – it was true that Winterfell had never been more alive. Arya tugged at her sleeve in an a n x i o u s manner as she walked into the room, feeling the weight of the gown slowing her down. She appreciated Sansa’s help to get ready, but the elegant hair and the beautiful dress wasn’t her. Giving a good impression had never been one of her priorities, she simply w i s h e d for a good night with her friends and family. She reached for a goblet of wine and smiled at the person next to the table. “I heard there are apple and cheese cakes. Those are my favorite.”

dressed in her best, dany had walked in the hall and an instant smile was upon his lips at the sight of so many people enjoying the celebration. she mingled with a few noble lords there and few noble ladies there but eventually she needed time to enjoy the feast and not to treat it as another political gathering. she took a place at the wooden table, grabbing a goblet but elegantly and gracefully ( though all she wanted to do was pour herself some wine and drink it hurriedly ) she heard a voice beside her and smiled. “i’ve heard wintefell is famous for its cakes. how come apple and cheese cakes are your favourite?” dany’s always loved knowing these little things about people. what was their favourite colour ,their favourite season. her brother had said once, tiny details make a person whole.

ironwcrn:

T A L I A had stepped foot in the keep many times before … y e t , it had never been this lively. people bumped into each other continuously , issuing a quick apology before going on their way. the food was evenly distributed it seemed like the cold barely bothered anyone with the mead in their belly. the music was a soothing tune to her ears , her fingers wrapped around a goblet , the red liquid of W I N E faded in the background. it was a favorable night. she had taken a spot away from the crowd , lips attached to the metal of the cup , allowing the wine to find entrance , the burning in her throat soothing. ‘ - SORRY , am i in your way ? ? ’

the feast was lovely. it had made winterfell less gray. though she supposed, winterfell’s beauty was only unique because of it’s rare gray beauty. its rare grey mountains and its rare grey castles. winterfell was famous for being gray. during the celebration, the princess had to excuse herself for some time alone. she found a spot slightly away from the crowd, watching the happiness of the feast from afar. “forgive me, did you want some time alone?” the valyrian had not noticed the other present beside her before the lady spoke.

mercifulsquire:

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“ why i have such fondness of the northmen so much is because of this; ” he waved the hand that cupped a goblet of wine in the general direction of the filled hall, “ the laughter and the songs, the MERRIMENT. ” gared smiled, face flushed with the effects of alcohol, “ lady stark is indeed a good host. ”

“hold on, are you saying the northmen are only in your favour because of this feast? i wish you had told the targaryens that earlier. we would have thrown feasts greater than this tenfold, and them maybe we’d be a stronger dynasty.” she chuckled merrily. she knew some of the people in westeros were not a fan of the targaryens. she knew that her father and his father before than had made mistakes. but as the common saying goes- heavy is the head that wears the crown.

ofhousebarathecn:

IS IT PROPER for a noble lord and/or a potential heir to storm’s end to be drinking this way? but then his mind went to his father. he was a noble lord, ruling over the STORMLANDS and he was drunk everyday or every minute. so YES. it was proper he thought. it was proper to get drunk like this. though this thought was made by alcohol intoxicated tommen not sensibility-lessons-filled sober tommen. “would you like to dance ” he said after chugging down a full goblet.

“how could i refuse such an offer.” small laughter escaped her lips. her hand creating an extension for the young lord to take. it was quire humorous to see the great and noble tommen baratheon so mindlessly drunk. she had been used to seeing him act like a proper lord that she was bewildered at the sight of drunk tommen.

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elaenaglemore:

she had witness a slightly funny occurence to a person near hear and she couldn’t control her laughter. she hastily covered her mouth but she was still laughing. “ forgive me but that was extremely funny. ” she said to the victim of the uncontrollable laughter from the glenmore girl.

“pardon me, good ser but i must agree. that was quite funny.” dany said, laughing along with the brunette beside her. she turned towards the lady. “it is nice to meet someone that i share my sense of humour with, your name?” she asked kindly.