daenerya – Page 6 – life is not a song

“You may never love the King, but you will love his children.” (happy birthday @sanssa ♡)

make me choose ♥ the hound ~~or the mountain~~ | asked by anonymous

I was younger than you, six, maybe seven. A woodcarver set up shop in the village under my father’s keep, and to buy favor he sent us gifts. The old man made marvelous toys. I don’t remember what I got, but it was Gregor’s gift I wanted. A wooden knight, all painted up, every joint pegged separate and fixed with strings, so you could make him fight. Gregor is five years older than me, the toy was nothing to him, he was already a squire, near six foot tall and muscled like an ox. So I took his knight, but there was no joy to it, I tell you. I was scared all the while, and true enough, he found me. There was a brazier in the room. Gregor never said a word, just picked me up under his arm and shoved the side of my face down in the burning coals and held me there while I screamed and screamed. You saw how strong he is. Even then, it took three grown men to drag him off me. The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who’s been burned knows what hell is truly like.

“The bastard of Robert of the House Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men. Why do you think the City Watch wanted you? There is power in a king’s blood.” (happy birthday @gendrywcters ♡)

❝I want us to be friends, good friends.❞

❝That would make me very happy.❞

( @tywinlcnnister ♡ )

“How do you know all this? Did your mother teach you?”

“Yes, sweet girl, my mother taught me.”

( @polyhynmia ♡ )

get to know me ♡ favorite relationships [3/?] → sansa stark x daenerys targaryen

She never seemed shattered; to me, she was a breathtaking mosaic of the battles she’s won.

favorite sansaery quote .｡.:*☆

( for anon ♡ )

Let them think you are weak and do what w o l v e s and f i r e do best. Surprise then when they least expect it. (insp. // for @canaries ♡)

The green swallowed her up. The air was rich with the scents of earth and grass, mixed with the smell of horseflesh and Dany’s sweat and the oil in her hair. Dothraki smells. They seemed to belong here. Dany breathed it all in, laughing. She had a sudden urge to feel the ground beneath her, to curl her toes in that thick black soil. Swinging down from her saddle, she let the silver graze while she pulled off her high boots.

“Cersei is as gentle as King Maegor, as selfless as Aegon the Unworthy, as wise as Mad Aerys. She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honor, for love.” (happy belated birthday @lahnister)