“I would name them all for those the gods have taken. The green one shall be Rhaegal, for my valiant brother who died on the green banks of the Trident. The Cream-and-gold one I call Viserion, Viserys was cruel and weak and frightened, yet he was my brother still. His dragon will do what he could not.”
“And the black beast?” asked Ser Jorah Mormont.
“The black.” she said, “Is Drogon.”
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The lost pup will rise from the darkness and the black wolf shall no longer be forgotten.
“It is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. You would do well to keep your wolf close beside you. Ice, I see, and daggers in the dark. Blood frozen red and hard, and naked steel.”
- Kasey: What if it’s some sick thing. Where it’s like a dead person’s head on one of the swords of the throne and the conquerer sitting on the throne. GOD KNOWS THAT SHIT COULD HAPPEN.
- Me: OH MY GOD. If it's him, that's probably it.
We are stronger than we seem.
A century after the Doom of Valyria, and three hundred years
before the present day, the Targaryen host landed upon Westeros,
with Aegon the Conqueror, his sisters Visenya and Rhaenys, and
their dragons at its head. The dragons were named for the old
gods of Valyria—Balerion the Black Dread, whose teeth were long
as swords, and his sisters Meraxes and Vhagar.
Her love for Daario is poison. A slower poison than the locusts, but in the end as deadly.
