DAENERYS APPRECIATION MONTH 2021:
↳ Day 22: Feminity and girlhood
She said as much to her handmaids when they came. “What does Your Grace wish to wear?” asked Missandei. Starlight and seafoam, Dany thought, a wisp of silk that leaves my left breast bare for Daario’s delight. Oh, and flowers for my hair. When first they met, the captain brought her flowers every day, all the way from Yunkai to Meereen. “Bring the grey linen gown with the pearls on the bodice. Oh, and my white lion’s pelt.” She always felt safer wrapped in Drogo’s lionskin.
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some requests i did for friends (:
arianne martell & sarella sand for @slavonicrhapsody
falia flowers & roose bolton for @mrsjadecurtiss
maelys blackfyre for @mylestoyne
and daenerys targaryen for... myself (:
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DANY MONTH - OCTOBER 2021
Day 23: Wants and needs vs duty and sacrifices.
“And if he does not fail? What will Your Grace do then?”
“Her duty.” The word felt cold upon her tongue. “You saw my brother Rhaegar wed. Tell me, did he wed for love or duty?”
The old knight hesitated. “Princess Elia was a good woman, Your Grace. She was kind and clever, with a gentle heart and a sweet wit. I know the prince was very fond of her.”
Fond, thought Dany. The word spoke volumes. I could become fond of Hizdahr zo Loraq, in time. Perhaps.
How beautiful, the queen tried to tell herself, but inside her was some foolish little girl who could not help but look about for Daario. If he loved you, he would come and carry you off at swordpoint, as Rhaegar carried off his northern girl, the girl in her insisted, but the queen knew that was folly.
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DAENERYS TARGARYEN APPRECIATION MONTH 2021
Day 23 - Wants and needs vs Duty and sacrifices (during ADWD):
“I would sooner perish fighting than return my children to bondage.”
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Daenerys Targaryen Appreciation Month
Day 23 → Wants and Needs vs Duty and Sacrifices
When Daenerys is stranded on the Dothraki Sea after flying Drogon away from Daznak's pit, she finds that she enjoys the simplicity of living as Drogon does. However, she feels that the simple life is out of her reach as she has a duty to her ancestors and her people:
No, Dany told herself. If I look back I am lost. She might live for years amongst the sunbaked rocks of Dragonstone, riding Drogon by day and gnawing at his leavings every evenfall as the great grass sea turned from gold to orange, but that was not the life she had been born to. So once again she turned her back upon the distant hill and closed her ears to the song of flight and freedom that the wind sang as it played amongst the hill's stony ridges. The stream was trickling south by southeast, as near as she could tell. She followed it. Take me to the river, that is all I ask of you. Take me to the river, and I will do the rest. - Daenerys X, ADWD
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People in this fandom legit say stuff like this and then demand their theories to be taken seriously :
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Daenerys Appreciation Month
Day Twenty-two: Femininity and girlhood
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Jorleesi Week, Day 5 - Bear Island Fall Edition
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@jorahdaenerysevents || Day 5: Bear Island
“What do you pray for, Ser Jorah?”
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Daenerys having stretch marks on her belly and scars on her shoulders from where her dragons would perch, carrying permanent reminders of all her children, even the one she lost.
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Day 21: Ice and fire
I tried to illustrate a pet theory of mine. It represents Dany in the Heart of Winter, about to set the entire thing aflame and turn it into literal “frozen fire”. This would then make the entire WW realm crumble upon itself because dragonglass (”frozen fire”), as we know, is fatal to them. It could also be a nod to the dragonglass candles enigma (that it has to be lit from the inside, so to speak).
Acrylic on canvas
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DAENERYS APPRECIATION MONTH 2021:
↳ Day 21: Ice and Fire
That night she dreamt that she was Rhaegar, riding to the Trident. But she was mounted on a dragon, not a horse. When she saw the Usurper's rebel host across the river they were armored all in ice, but she bathed them in dragonfire and they melted away like dew and turned the Trident into a torrent. Some small part of her knew that she was dreaming, but another part exulted. This is how it was meant to be. The other was a nightmare, and I have only now awakened.
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Daenerys & Bran: (another) Pact of Ice & Fire against the end of the world
for dany month day 21: ice & fire
This we do know: Cregan Stark and Jacaerys Velaryon reached an accord, and signed and sealed the agreement that Grand Maester Munkun calls “the Pact of Ice and Fire” in his True Telling. Like many such pacts, it was to be sealed with a marriage. (Fire & Blood)
"The Pact began four thousand years of friendship between men and children. In time, the First Men even put aside the gods they had brought with them, and took up the worship of the secret gods of the wood. The signing of the Pact ended the Dawn Age, and began the Age of Heroes."
"[...] everything we think we know about the Age of Heroes and the Dawn Age and the Long Night comes from accounts set down by septons thousands of years later. There are archmaesters at the Citadel who question all of it. Those old histories are full of kings who reigned for hundreds of years, and knights riding around a thousand years before there were knights. You know the tales, Brandon the Builder, Symeon Star-Eyes, Night's King…"
"Symeon Star-Eyes," Luwin said as he marked numbers in a book. "When he lost his eyes, he put star sapphires in the empty sockets, or so the singers claim. Bran, that is only a story, like the tales of Florian the Fool. A fable from the Age of Heroes." The maester tsked. "You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart."
The mention of dreams reminded him. "I dreamed about the crow again last night. The one with three eyes."
"I swear it by earth and water," said the boy in green.
"I swear it by bronze and iron," his sister said.
"We swear it by ice and fire," they finished together.
Bran groped for words. Was he supposed to swear something back to them? Their oath was not one he had been taught. "May your winters be short and your summers bountiful," he said. That was usually a good thing to say. "Rise. I'm Brandon Stark."
Thousands and thousands of years ago, Brandon the Builder had raised Winterfell, and some said the Wall. Bran knew the story, but it had never been his favorite. Maybe one of the other Brandons had liked that story. Sometimes Nan would talk to him as if he were her Brandon, the baby she had nursed all those years ago, and sometimes she confused him with his uncle Brandon, who was killed by the Mad King before Bran was even born. She had lived so long, Mother had told him once, that all the Brandon Starks had become one person in her head.
"Some maesters say it was some other Brandon, not the Builder, but it's still Brandon's Gift. Thousands of years later, Good Queen Alysanne visited the Wall on her dragon Silverwing, and she thought the Night's Watch was so brave that she had the Old King double the size of their lands, to fifty leagues. So that was the New Gift." [Bran] waved a hand. "Here. All this."
[...]That's a Brandon, the tall one with the dreamy face, he was Brandon the Shipwright, because he loved the sea. His tomb is empty. He tried to sail west across the Sunset Sea and was never seen again. His son was Brandon the Burner, because he put the torch to all his father's ships in grief. There's Rodrik Stark, who won Bear Island in a wrestling match and gave it to the Mormonts. And that's Torrhen Stark, the King Who Knelt. He was the last King in the North and the first Lord of Winterfell, after he yielded to Aegon the Conqueror.
"Why shouldn't we rule ourselves again? It was the dragons we married, and the dragons are all dead!"
"The King of Winter!" [Maege Mormont] declared, and laid her spiked mace beside the swords. And the river lords were rising too, Blackwood and Bracken and Mallister, houses who had never been ruled from Winterfell, yet Catelyn watched them rise and draw their blades, bending their knees and shouting the old words that had not been heard in the realm for more than three hundred years, since Aegon the Dragon had come to make the Seven Kingdoms one…"
As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.
"Vhagar," Daenerys told him. "Meraxes. And Balerion. Paint the names on their hulls in golden letters three feet high, Arstan. I want every man who sees them to know the dragons are returned."
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Daenerys and femininity
For Daenerys Targaryen Appreciation Month 2021
Day 22: Femininity and girlhood
Daenerys is a character who defies plenty of gender norms, but she also has a more traditionally feminine side.
1) Dany likes to dress up for her lover:
I need to change, to make myself beautiful.
She said as much to her handmaids when they came. "What does Your Grace wish to wear?" asked Missandei.
Starlight and seafoam, Dany thought, a wisp of silk that leaves my left breast bare for Daario's delight. Oh, and flowers for my hair. When first they met, the captain brought her flowers every day, all the way from Yunkai to Meereen. "Bring the grey linen gown with the pearls on the bodice. Oh, and my white lion's pelt." She always felt safer wrapped in Drogo's lionskin. - Daenerys IV ADWD
2) Dany is very romantic. She gets giddy around Daario:
"I did not say that. I only … see that you keep your eye on them, that's all." She felt foolish saying it. She always felt a little foolish when she was with Daario. Gawky and girlish and slow-witted. What must he think of me? - Daenerys IV ADWD
She likes romantic stories of men running away with their beloved:
If he loved you, he would come and carry you off at swordpoint, as Rhaegar carried off his northern girl, the girl in her insisted, but the queen knew that was folly. - Daenerys VII ADWD
And she dreams of romance and marriage:
"Is it Daario? What's happened?" In her dream they had been man and wife, simple folk who lived a simple life in a tall stone house with a red door. In her dream he had been kissing her all over—her mouth, her neck, her breasts. - Daenerys II ADWD
3) Dany loves songs and stories:
She wanted to lose herself in the words, in other times and other places. The fat leather-bound volume was full of songs and stories from the Seven Kingdoms. Children's stories, if truth be told; too simple and fanciful to be true history. All the heroes were tall and handsome, and you could tell the traitors by their shifty eyes. Yet she loved them all the same. Last night she had been reading of the three princesses in the red tower, locked away by the king for the crime of being beautiful. - Daenerys VI ASOS
4) Dany is very maternal. She is very motherly to her son Rhaego (for more on this subject, see here):
Dany was near tears as they carried her back. The taste in her mouth was one she had known before: fear. For years she had lived in terror of Viserys, afraid of waking the dragon. This was even worse. It was not just for herself that she feared now, but for her baby. He must have sensed her fright, for he moved restlessly inside her. Dany stroked the swell of her belly gently, wishing she could reach him, touch him, soothe him. - Daenerys VI AGOT
"No. He cannot have my son." She would not weep, she decided. She would not shiver with fear. The Usurper has woken the dragon now, she told herself … - Daenerys VI AGOT
The child kicked inside her, as if he had heard. Dany remembered the story Viserys had told her, of what the Usurper's dogs had done to Rhaegar's children. His son had been a babe as well, yet they had ripped him from his mother's breast and dashed his head against a wall. That was the way of men. "They must not hurt my son!" she cried. "I will order my khas to keep him safe, and Drogo's bloodriders will—" - Daenerys VIII ADWD
More stones came flying. She tried to crawl toward the tent, but Cohollo caught her. Fingers in her hair, he pulled her head back and she felt the cold touch of his knife at her throat. "My baby," she screamed, and perhaps the gods heard, for as quick as that, Cohollo was dead. - Daenerys VIII AGOT
She feels and acts like a mother to her dragons (for a more detailed meta on this, see here):
Dany hungered and thirsted with the rest of them. The milk in her breasts dried up, her nipples cracked and bled, and the flesh fell away from her day by day until she was lean and hard as a stick, yet it was her dragons she feared for. Her father had been slain before she was born, and her splendid brother Rhaegar as well. Her mother had died bringing her into the world while the storm screamed outside. Gentle Ser Willem Darry, who must have loved her after a fashion, had been taken by a wasting sickness when she was very young. Her brother Viserys, Khal Drogo who was her sun-and-stars, even her unborn son, the gods had claimed them all. They will not have my dragons, Dany vowed. They will not. - Daenerys I ACOK
My furious children, she thought. They must not come to harm. - Daenerys III ACOK
“Would you ask a mother to sell one of her children?” - Daenerys V ACOK
She felt very lonely all of a sudden. Mirri Maz Duur had promised that she would never bear a living child. House Targaryen will end with me. That made her sad. "You must be my children," she told the dragons, "my three fierce children. Arstan says dragons live longer than men, so you will go on after I am dead." - Daenerys IV ASOS
Drogon looped his neck around to nip at her hand. His teeth were very sharp, but he never broke her skin when they played like this. Dany laughed, and rolled him back and forth until he roared, his tail lashing like a whip. It is longer than it was, she saw, and tomorrow it will be longer still. They grow quickly now, and when they are grown I shall have my wings. - Daenerys IV ASOS
There was no sign of Viserion, but when she went to the parapet and scanned the horizon she saw pale wings in the far distance, sweeping above the river. He is hunting. They grow bolder every day. Yet it still made her anxious when they flew too far away. One day one of them may not return, she thought. - Daenerys VI ASOS
She acts like a mother to the freedmen, and is ecstatic that the freedmen see her as their mother:
Dany felt a lightness in her chest. I will never bear a living child, she remembered. Her hand trembled as she raised it. Perhaps she smiled. She must have, because the man grinned and shouted again, and others took up the cry. "Mhysa!" they called. "Mhysa! MHYSA!" They were all smiling at her, reaching for her, kneeling before her. "Maela," some called her, while others cried "Aelalla" or "Qathei" or "Tato," but whatever the tongue it all meant the same thing. Mother. They are calling me Mother. - Daenerys IV ASOS
Dany had left a trail of corpses behind her when she crossed the red waste. It was a sight she never meant to see again. "No," she said. "I will not march my people off to die." My children. - Daenerys V ASOS
Dany speared a chunk of lamb, took a bite from it, chewed slowly. "Tell me, can this king puff his cheeks up and blow Xaro's galleys back to Qarth? Can he clap his hands and break the siege of Astapor? Can he put food in the bellies of my children and bring peace back to my streets?" - Daenerys IV ADWD
"Let them come. In me they shall find a sterner foe than Cleon. I would sooner perish fighting than return my children to bondage." - Daenerys IV ADWD
"I wouldn't," said Brown Ben Plumm. "I'm no maester, mind you, but I know you got to keep the bad apples from the good."
"These are not apples, Ben," said Dany. "These are men and women, sick and hungry and afraid." My children. - Daenerys V ADWD
When Ser Barristan did not dispute her, Dany closed her eyes. Gods, she prayed, you took Khal Drogo, who was my sun-and-stars. You took our valiant son before he drew a breath. You have had your blood of me. Help me now, I pray you. Give me the wisdom to see the path ahead and the strength to do what I must to keep my children safe. - Daenerys V ADWD
Bless me, Dany thought bitterly. Your city is gone to ash and bone, your people are dying all around you. I have no shelter for you, no medicine, no hope. Only stale bread and wormy meat, hard cheese, a little milk. Bless me, bless me.
What kind of mother has no milk to feed her children? - Daenerys VI ADWD
"Go if you wish, ser. I will not detain you. I will not detain any of you." Dany vaulted down from the horse. "I cannot heal them, but I can show them that their Mother cares."
Jhogo sucked in his breath. "Khaleesi, no." The bell in his braid rang softly as he dismounted. "You must not get any closer. Do not let them touch you! Do not!"
Dany walked right past him. There was an old man on the ground a few feet away, moaning and staring up at the grey belly of the clouds. She knelt beside him, wrinkling her nose at the smell, and pushed back his dirty grey hair to feel his brow. "His flesh is on fire. I need water to bathe him. Seawater will serve. Marselen, will you fetch some for me? I need oil as well, for the pyre. Who will help me burn the dead?" - Daenerys VI ADWD
Ten thousand throats roared out their thanks; then twenty thousand; then all. They did not call her name, which few of them could pronounce. "Mother!" they cried instead; in the old dead tongue of Ghis, the word was Mhysa! They stamped their feet and slapped their bellies and shouted, "Mhysa, Mhysa, Mhysa," until the whole pit seemed to tremble. Dany let the sound wash over her. I am not your mother, she might have shouted, back, I am the mother of your slaves, of every boy who ever died upon these sands whilst you gorged on honeyed locusts. - Daenerys IX ADWD
She is motherly with children, like Missandei, her cupbearers, and creates laws to protect children:
Safe. The word made Dany's eyes fill up with tears. "I want to keep you safe." Missandei was only a child. With her, she felt as if she could be a child too. "No one ever kept me safe when I was little. Well, Ser Willem did, but then he died, and Viserys … I want to protect you but … it is so hard. To be strong. I don't always know what I should do. I must know, though. I am all they have. I am the queen … the … the …"
"… mother," whispered Missandei.
"Mother to dragons." Dany shivered.
"No. Mother to us all." Missandei hugged her tighter. "Your Grace should sleep. Dawn will be here soon, and court."
"We'll both sleep, and dream of sweeter days. Close your eyes." When she did, Dany kissed her eyelids and made her giggle. - Daenerys II ADWD
One of her young hostages brought her morning meal, a plump shy girl named Mezzara, whose father ruled the pyramid of Merreq, and Dany gave her a happy hug and thanked her with a kiss. - Daenerys III ADWD
Dany pushed her food about her plate. She dare not glance over to where Grazhar and Qezza stood, for fear that she might cry. The Shavepate has a harder heart than mine. They had fought about the hostages half a dozen times. "The Sons of the Harpy are laughing in their pyramids," Skahaz said, just this morning. "What good are hostages if you will not take their heads?" In his eyes, she was only a weak woman. Hazzea was enough. What good is peace if it must be purchased with the blood of little children? "These murders are not their doing," Dany told the Green Grace, feebly. "I am no butcher queen." - Daenerys IV ADWD
"Not as yet, no." Dany had grown fond of her young charges. Some were shy and some were bold, some sweet and some sullen, but all were innocent. "If I kill my cupbearers, who will pour my wine and serve my supper?" she said, trying to make light of it. - Daenerys IV ADWD
"Six-and-ten," Hizdahr insisted. "A man grown, who freely chose to risk his life for gold and glory. No children die today in Daznak's, as my gentle queen in her wisdom has decreed." - Daenerys IX ADWD
And she wishes she could have children of her own and is sad that she thinks she can't:
She felt very lonely all of a sudden. Mirri Maz Duur had promised that she would never bear a living child. House Targaryen will end with me. That made her sad. - Daenerys IV ASOS
"Drogon killed a little girl. Her name was … her name …" Dany could not recall the child's name. That made her so sad that she would have cried if all her tears had not been burned away. "I will never have a little girl. I was the Mother of Dragons." - Daenerys X ADWD
5) She is very affectionate and demonstrates that by constantly showing physical affection by kissing and hugging people (for a more detailed meta on the subject, see here):
“I shall hold you to that oath. I pray you never regret the giving of it.” Dany lifted him to his feet. Stretching on her toes to reach his lips, she kissed the knight gently and said, “You are the first of my Queensguard.” - Daenerys X AGOT
She kissed Irri’s hand where Drogon had bitten it. “I’m sorry he hurt you. Dragons are not meant to be locked up in a small ship’s cabin.” - Daenerys II ASOS
“I wish he could have known you,” the old knight said. “When you are ready, I will tell you all.”
Dany kissed him on the cheek and sent him on his way. - Daenerys VI ASOS
Brown Ben had a seamed and weathered face, skin the color of old teak, white hair, and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Dany was so pleased to see his leathery brown face that she hugged him. - Daenerys V ADWD
“They are dragons, Quentyn.” Dany stood on her toes and kissed him lightly, once on each cheek. “And so am I.” - Daenerys VIII ADWD
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Daenerys Targaryen Appreciation Month
Day 22 → Femininity and Girlhood
Unlike other highborn women, Daenerys spent her life on the streets and is very worldly and not so easily fooled:
Most of the spectators, she noticed, were not of the city: she saw sailors off trading ships, merchants come by caravan, dusty men out of the red waste, wandering soldiers, craftsmen, slavers. Jhogo slid one hand about her waist and leaned close. "The Milk Men shun him. Khaleesi, do you see the girl in the felt hat? There, behind the fat priest. She is a—"
"—cutpurse," finished Dany. She was no pampered lady, blind to such things. She had seen cutpurses aplenty in the streets of the Free Cities, during the years she'd spent with her brother, running from the Usurper's hired knives. - Daenerys III, A Clash of Kings
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asoiaf fandom: daenerys is an unreliable narrator (pov trap and all that)
me: so in other words, when she calls herself a monster, we’re not meant to accept her words?
asoiaf fandom: uh no-
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Daenerys Appreciation Month
Day Twenty-three: Wants and needs vs. duty and sacrifices
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Day 21: Ice and Fire
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DANY MONTH - OCTOBER 2021
Day 21: Ice and Fire
The things going on North of the Wall and Daenerys Targaryen on the other continent with her dragons are of course the ice and fire of the title “A song of Ice and Fire”.
- George R. R. Martin (x)
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DAENERYS APPRECIATION MONTH 2021: ↳ Day 15: Most Anticipated Meetings (Dany & Val Parallels) art by @the-lady-rae
"I would choose freedom over comfort every time."
She raised the harpy's fingers in the air... and then she flung the scourge aside. "Freedom!" she sang out. "Dracarys! Dracarys!"
──────── Willing to sacrifice as much of themselves as they are capable of to protect their own, including giving up their own freedom through marriages.
“Let me help.”
“You have. You brought me Tormund.”
“I can do more.”
“You are welcome to come meet her."
Val begged the king to spare him. She said she'd let some kneeler marry her and never slit his throat if only Mance could live.
[Dany] had tried to do what she could for them. She had sent them healers, Blue Graces and spell-singers and barber-surgeons […] Every day she sent them what she could […] today the queen had determined that she would bring the food herself.
Dany could only sit and watch. "Ser," she said to Barristan Selmy, "is there no more we can do?"
No marriage would ever bring them back to life, but if a husband could help end the slaughter, then she owed it to her dead to marry.
Dany’s hand clenched hard around the reins, and she turned the silver’s head. “Make them stop.”
"The rest, with me." They passed other women being raped. Each time Dany reined up, sent her khas to make an end to it.
"You cannot claim them all, child," Ser Jorah said, the fourth time they stopped.
──────── Dressed for "battle" before meeting Selyse to help Jon gain her support & descending to the fighting pits, both reluctant but willing to do what they must.
“I must see Queen Selyse.” He turned to Val. “My lady. With me, if you please.”
“The crow commands, the captive must obey.” Her tone was playful. “This queen of yours must be fierce if the legs of grown men give out beneath them when they meet her. Should I have dressed in mail instead of wool and fur? These clothes were given to me by Dalla, I would sooner not get bloodstains all over them.”
“Even if the pits must open, must Your Grace go yourself?” asked Missandei as she was washing the queen’s hair [...] "Khaleesi, which tokar will you want today?" asked Irri.
"The yellow silk." The queen of the rabbits could not be seen without her floppy ears. "And over it, the long red veils." The veils would keep the wind from blowing sand into her mouth. And the red will hide any blood spatters.
──────── Bold, unafraid, and confident in rising to defend their people's freedom + ensuing threats from people who can't handle it.
“Free folk do not kneel,” Val told her.
“Then they must be knelt,” the queen declared.
“Do that, Your Grace, and we will rise again at the first chance,” Val promised. “Rise with blades in hand.”
The queen’s lips tightened, and her chin gave a small quiver. “You are insolent. I suppose that is only to be expected of a wildling. We must find you a husband who can teach you courtesy.”
"You were wise to sit and speak, Khaleesi. You shall find no easy conquest here."
“Good. My Unsullied will relish a bit of a fight.”
"Do you imagine that Yunkai will open its gates when my Unsullied are butchering you beneath the walls? “
“Woman, you bray like an ass, and make no more sense.”
“What you are,” said Prendahl na Ghezn, “is a horselord’s whore. When we break you, I will breed you to my stallion.”
Her dragons had roared as one in that moment, filling the night with flame. The slaves are rising, she knew at once. My sewer rats have gnawed off their chains.
──────── Princesses who take action, confront things head-on, and don't let old knights spirit them to Asshai.
They are all convinced she is a princess. Val looked the part and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her.
All her life Viserys had told her she was a princess, but not until she rode her silver had Daenerys Targaryen ever felt like one.
"I had to save him."
"We could have fled," he said. "I would have seen you safe to Asshai, Princess. There was no need…"
"Am I truly your princess?" she asked him.
"My… queen," Ser Jorah said, going to one knee. "Come east with me. Yi Ti, Qarth, the Jade Sea, Asshai by the Shadow. We will see all the wonders yet unseen, and drink what wines the gods see fit to serve us. Please, Khaleesi."
"I must," Dany told him. She touched his face, fondly, sadly. "You do not understand."
──────── Sharp minds, sharp knives, even sharper tongues.
“Best steal her quick, before Toregg wakes up and takes her first [...] She won’t mind. Will you, girl?” Val patted the long bone knife on her hip.
“Lord Crow is welcome to steal into my bed any night he dares. Once he’s been gelded, keeping those vows will come much easier for him.”
"No woman has ever forgotten the Titan's Bastard [...] Little girl, another woman once tried to geld me with her teeth. She has no teeth now, but my sword is as long and thick as ever. Shall I take it out and show you?"
"No need. After my eunuchs cut it off, I can examine it at my leisure."
──────── Too clever for the likes of you and me.
“Har!” laughed Tormund Giantsbane. “Don’t bandy words with this one, Lord Snow, she’s too clever for the likes o’ you and me." [...] She had proved that by finding Tormund where seasoned rangers of the Watch had failed.
"The Stormcrows do not stand alone," said Prendahl.
"Stormcrows do not stand at all. They fly, at the first sign of thunder. Perhaps you should be flying now."
──────── Dealing with flattery.
When presented to Val, the knight sank to one knee to kiss her glove. “You are even lovelier than I was told, princess,” he declared. “The queen has told me much and more of your beauty.”
“How odd, when she has never seen me.” Val patted Ser Patrek on the head. “Up with you now, ser kneeler. Up, up.” She sounded as if she were talking to a dog.
There are pleasure houses in Lys and Tyrosh where men would pay handsomely to bed the last Targaryen."
"It is good to see you know who I am," said Dany mildly.
The merchant prince leaned across the table. "Let us speak instead of love, of dreams and desire and Daenerys, the fairest woman in this world. I am drunk with the sight of you."
She was no stranger to the overblown courtesies of Qarth. "If you are drunk, blame the wine."
──────── Others sharing and stealing Jon and Dany's babies, and how women should have dragons since they make men sweeter, especially crows.
“Have you been trying to steal my wolf?” he asked her.
“Why not? If every woman had a direwolf, men would be much sweeter. Even crows.”
But as Brown Ben was leaving, Viserion spread his pale white wings and flapped lazily at his head. “He likes you, Ben,” said Dany.
[...] When Brown Ben left, she lay back on her cushions. “If you were grown,” she told Drogon, scratching him between the horns, “I’d fly you over the walls and melt that harpy down to slag.”
If her dragons discomfited Daario Naharis, he hid it well. For all the mind he paid them, they might have been three kittens playing with a mouse.
“My sword is yours. My life is yours. My love is yours. My blood, my body, my songs, you own them all. I live and die at your command, fair queen.”
[...] She pointed to the lumps of blackened flesh the dragons were consuming, bite by bloody bite. "I would call that proof of his sincerity. Daario Naharis, have your Stormcrows ready to strike the Yunkish rear when my attack begins."
──────── Dripping in white with their cuddly companions, belonging together.
Then Ghost emerged from between two trees, with Val beside him. They look as though they belong together.
Val was clad all in white; white woolen breeches tucked into high boots of bleached white leather, white bearskin cloak pinned at the shoulder with a carved weirwood face, white tunic with bone fastenings. Her breath was white as well… but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.
She called her people together and mounted her silver mare. Her hair [worn in braids] had burned away in Drogo's pyre, so her handmaids garbed her in the skin of the hrakkar Drogo had slain, the white lion of the Dothraki sea. Its fearsome head made a hood to cover her naked scalp, its pelt a cloak that flowed across her shoulders and down her back. The cream-colored dragon sunk sharp black claws into the lion's mane and coiled its tail around her arm.
──────── Lonely, lovely, lethal.
All the same, the wildling princess was not beloved of her gaolers. She scorned them all as "kneelers," and had thrice attempted to escape. When one man-at-arms grew careless in her presence she had snatched his dagger from its sheath and stabbed him in the neck. Another inch to the left and he might have died.
Lonely and lovely and lethal, Jon Snow reflected.
Xaro took another bite, chewed, swallowed. "Daenerys, sweet queen, I cannot tell you what pleasure it gives me to bask once more in your presence. A child departed Qarth, as lost as she was lovely. I feared she was sailing to her doom, yet now I find her here enthroned, mistress of an ancient city, surrounded by a mighty host that she raised up out of dreams."
──────── Dany shares similarities with Dalla, Val's sister, and also suffered immeasurable loss delivering her child. (Dany could be like a sister to her... 🥰)
“Are you the wildling princess?” Shireen asked Val.
“Some call me that,” said Val. “My sister was wife to Mance Rayder, the King-Beyond-the-Wall. She died giving him a son.”
But in the Red Waste, all her joy had turned to ashes. Her sun-and-stars had fallen from his horse, the maegi Mirri Maz Duur had murdered Rhaego in her womb, and Dany had smothered the empty shell of Khal Drogo with her own two hands.
──────── Regarding prophecy.
"She sees things in her fires... Kings and dragons."
"Fire is a fickle thing. No one knows which way a flame will go.”
Dany knew how it went with prophecies. They were made of words, and words were wind.
──────── Unwittingly developing affection for kiddos they care for.
“Only for a time. You will return. For the boy, if for no other reason.”
“Craster’s son?” Val shrugged. “He is no kin to me.”
“I have heard you singing to him.” “I was singing to myself. Am I to blame if he listens?” A faint smile brushed her lips. “It makes him laugh."
One of her young hostages brought her morning meal, a plump shy girl named Mezzara, whose father ruled the pyramid of Merreq, and Dany gave her a happy hug and thanked her with a kiss [...] Two of Dany's favorite hostages served the food and kept the cups filled—a doe-eyed little girl called Qezza and a skinny boy named Grazhar [...] "They are very sweet, the both of them," Dany assured her. "Qezza sings for me sometimes. She has a lovely voice."
──────── Mommy's of monsters 🥺
"He is a sweet little monster."
"His milk name. I had to call him something. See that he stays safe and warm. For his mother's sake, and mine. [...] How fares the little monster?”
Mother of dragons, Daenerys thought. Mother of monsters.
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