I am a lioness. I will not cringe for them.
the world is overflowing with horrible things, but they’re all a tray of cakes next to death.
the world is overflowing with horrible things, but they’re all a tray of cakes next to death.
Who do you think you are? – J u s t i c e.
Last tourney, he dumped the Kingslayer on his golden rump, you ought to have seen the look on Cersei’s face.
Some say I should give up on them. But a good mother never gives up on her children. She disciplines them if she must. But she does not give up on them.
No one will ever marry me for love. It’s my claim they want.
♕ One night the Selaesori Qhoran is sailing closer to Valyria than the crew would like. Tyrion goes above decks for a breath of night air. Above only the brightest stars are visible, all to the west. A dull red glow lights the sky to the northeast, the color of a blood bruise. Tyrion has never seen a bigger moon. Monstrous and swollen, it looks as if it has swallowed the sun and woken with a fever. According to Moqorro the sky is always red above Valyria. Tyrion speculates that it is perhaps the fires of the Fourteen Flames reflected in the clouds.
“They are dragons, Khaleesi. They cannot be tamed, not even by their mother.”
Oh my sweet summer child, what do you know of fear?
Not a queen, a Khaleesi.