“Tonight you must look like a princess.” A princess, Dany thought.
She had forgotten what that was like. Perhaps she had never really known.
Circle of Antonis Mor van Dashorst,Portrait of a Man in Armor (detail) 1558.
The day she wed Robert Baratheon, thousands had turned out to
cheer for them. All the women wore their best, and half the men
had children on their shoulders. When she had emerged from
inside the sept, hand in hand with the young king, the crowd
sent up a roar so loud it could be heard in Lannisport. "They
like you well, my lady," Robert whispered in her ear. "See,
every face is smiling." For that one short moment she had been
happy in her marriage...until she chanced to glance at Jaime.
No, she remembered thinking, not every face, my lord.
“A man who fights for gold can’t afford to lose to a little girl.”
excuse me, my nerd is showing
“She’s my QUEEN of choice”
can i just quit school and be sauron?
