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Drogon, the wingled shadow. He was the largest of her three, the fiercest, the wildest with scales as black as night and eyes like pits of fire.

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I promised to protect them. Promised them their enemies would die screaming. How do I make starvation scream?

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She’s sailing to the Iron Islands, to take them back in your name.

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Daenerys Targaryen Appreciation Week: Heartbreak

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daenerys targaryen appreciation week - day 3: courage

The frightened child who sheltered in my manse died on the Dothraki sea, and was reborn in blood and fire. This dragon queen who wears her name is a true Targaryen.

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Daenerys Appreciation Week - Courage 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? With a belch of flame and smoke that reached thirty feet into the sky, the pyre collapsed and came down around her. Unafraid, Dany stepped forward into the firestorm, calling to her children.

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Daenerys Targaryen in Dragonstone (7.01)

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Daenerys Targaryen Appreciation Week: Longing

If I look back, I am lost.

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daenerys targaryen appreciation week:

day one: hope

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Daenerys Appreciation Week - Hope I h o p e I d e s e r v e i t .

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Daenerys Appreciation Week - Longing “I don’t want to be his queen,” she heard herself say in a small, thin voice. “Please, please, Viserys, I don’t want to, I want to go home.” “Home!” He kept his voice low, but she could hear the fury in his tone. “How are we to go home, sweet sister? They took our home from us!” He drew her into the shadows, out of sight, his fingers digging into her skin. “How are we to go home?” he repeated, meaning King’s Landing, and Dragonstone, and all the realm they had lost. Dany had only meant their rooms in Illyrio’s estate, no true home surely, though all they had, but her brother did not want to hear that. There was no home there for him. Even the big house with the red door had not been home for him. His fingers dug hard into her arm, demanding an answer. “I don’t know…” she said at last, her voice breaking. Tears welled in her eyes.