Doreah: What did your brother say about them, Khaleesi?
Daenerys: He said they ate meat.
Interviewer: Do you quiz George R. R. Martin, when he visits the set, on what’s coming for you?
I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, of the blood of old Valyria. I am the dragon’s daughter, and I swear to you that those who would harm you will die screaming.


“We will have it all back someday, sweet sister,” he would promise her. Sometimes his hands shook when he talked about it. “The jewels and the silks, Dragonstone and King’s Landing, the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms, all they have taken from us, we will have it back.” Viserys lived for that day. All Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.
