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I'm ok, I swear
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This is my fourth Daenerys Targaryen art
I'm ok, I swear
I know that she spent her childhood in exile, impoverished, living on dreams and schemes, running from one city to the next, always fearful, never safe, friendless but for a brother who was by all accounts half-mad... a brother who sold her maidenhood to the Dothraki for the promise of an army. I know that somewhere upon the grass, her dragons hatched, and so did she. I know she is proud. How not? What else was left her but pride? I know she is strong. How not? The Dothraki despise weakness. If Daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with Viserys. I know she is fierce. Astapor, Yunkai and Meereen are proof enough of that. She has survived assassins and conspiracies and fell sorceries, grieved for a brother and a husband and a son, trod the cities of the slavers to dust beneath her dainty sandaled feet.
"No one ever looked for a girl, it was a prince that was promised, not a princess.
What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise,
Dragons are neither male nor female, but now one and now the other, as changeable as flame.
Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt and smoke. The dragons prove it."
“Behind the Black Wall, lords of ancient blood sleep poorly, listening as their kitchen slaves sharpen their long knives. 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.”
— George R. R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
“Mhysa!” they called. “Mhysa! MHYSA!” They were all smiling at her, reaching for her, kneeling before her."
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“They will not hurt me,” she told him. “They are my children, Jorah.”
for dany week day 5
i find there is something so hauntingly beautiful and poetic about dany being the freedmen’s hope, but the dragons being dany’s
art: gary gianni & ian kirkpatrick
Daenerys Stormborn is the greatest Targaryen of all time. There is no comparison. She can't be compared to her ancestors when the whole purpose of her character is to be better than her ancestors.