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Daenerys Targaryen (Daemon's vision) in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON S02E08 | "The Queen Who Ever Was"

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at the news of incorrectly gathered information, her head cants to one side and violet eyes narrow. another thing to address with her counselors, that and the ever growing issues regarding the running of meereen. the people grow restless, weighed down by the chains of the cities' past. there is so much work still to be done, and dany fears she may not be equipped to handle it all. but she does not show her apprehension. instead, she lets her gaze soften, a smile gracing soft features.

" please, sit. " the young queen motions towards the seat of cushions across from her, waiting till he is settled before continuing. " they spoke of your desires, my advisors. although, i would rather hear them from your lips ... now that i am aware they struggle to obtain accurate information. " a calloused hand reaches for a glass of wine, " but your support has come with perfect timing. there is much to prepare, much still to obtain, before my army sets sail for westeros. "

things must be set right in the cities before dany departs. she will not leave things in a state of chaos. what kind of queen would that make her? " tell me, what can you offer me? besides your unwavering loyalty. "

𝐥𝐢𝐞   ,     𝐥𝐢𝐞  ,     𝐥𝐢𝐞.      𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞  𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞  𝐢𝐧  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝  𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐢𝐦  ,   𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬  𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.     he  could  not  jeopardize  his  position,   with  her,     with  anyone.   they  mustn’t  know  who  he  is,  and  how  he  became  all  that  he  is.     he  gives  a  formal  bow,     he  was  used  to  bowing  to  queens  and  kings  alike.   ❛  forgive  me,  your  grace…  your  advisors  are  not  entirely  informed,  but  i  must  say,  it  was  my  father  you  speak  of.   ❜   he  smiles  when  he  lifts  his  head.   ❛  though  i  do share  his  loyalties,  i  assure  you.  ❜

❛  i  have  looked  for  you…  for  so  long.  ❜  his  voice  is  longing  ,   gentle.   his  eyes  soften  upon  her.  ❛  as  my  fathers  have  before  me,  i  will  put  my  trust  into  the  targaryen  bloodline,   i  trust…  your  advisors  have  told  you  of  my  wants.  ❜  he  raised  a  brow  and  shifted,  looking  at  their  surroundings.   ❛  if  it  would  please  your  grace,  i  am  your  humble  servant.   allow  me  to  aid  you,  as  my  father  has  aided  yours  in  the  past.   i  am  yours  to  command.  ❜    

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See? You're not the only one who's clever.

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DAEMON AND DAENERYS TARGARYEN. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON “The Black Queen” (2022) dir. Greg Yaitanes. GAME OF THRONES “Eastwatch” (2017) dir. Matt Shakman.

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* there, in the dim firelight, you see him for what he really is: a vampire, a slave to sanguine hunger. ⸺astarion ancunín of baldur's gate 3, written by courtney, twenty nine, she ᐟ her.

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dany being unable to have children after the death of rhaego hits harder when you realize she is the last targaryen. so even though the iron throne is her's by right, and even if she somehow manages to claim it, she will still be the last targaryen to rule over the seven kingdoms. there will be no more after her.

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Daenerys by Zacckiell on Twitter. Here's the artist's ko-fi.

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screaming, crying, throwing myself off dragon-back.

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as much as dany tries to be a different kind of leader, especially with no real connection to the targaryen dynasty of the past, she still ends up down a path of ruin and blood.

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dany nods thoughtfully as myrcella speaks. a road pathed in blood and bones stretched before her as she looked upon westeros, bleak and exhausted. but in her wake bloomed freedom. what was to come, it would be worth all of the pain. it had to be.

" i had heard as much. there is descent in kings landing, about who should really sit upon the iron throne. " it is the perfect time to strike, ser barristan says. and word is already beginning to spread: telling the tale of a woman who, against all odds, survived the wastes of essos and birthed dragons through fire. a woman who is nothing like her father, who will rule with justice and mercy. a true queen.

dany moves into a seated position, her fingers hovering above soft grass. her eyes do not meet her companions as she continues. " it is not my intention to cause you pain, myrcella. nor to cause pain to those you love. if they were to come to me, to bend the knee to targaryen rule and honor my claim to the iron throne, then ... " the rest of the thought is lost in the sound of a dragon's roar. for a moment, a shadow crosses over them, blotting out the sun. dany cranes her neck to see drogon high above them, a goat caught in one of his claws. she watches as he shoots across the sky towards the outskirts of the city.

dany waits until the sun returns, until the courtyard is still once more, before she continues. " but if they oppose me, if they plot and scheme, i cannot guarantee their safety. i cannot rule a kingdom that is divided. " violet eyes meet myrcella's once more, " perhaps if you wrote to them, expressed your support to my claim and your desire for peace, it could help them to see reason. "

perhaps dany was right -- after all, the queen-to-be was sided near myrcella's good and only ear... the attack with darkstar was enough to make the princess realize that yes: she DID overcome a bit. she certainly wasn't the same child from king's landing, nor was she the young girl trying to find her footing here in dorne. she'd lived enough to know that life was full of perils. and JOYS.

she was certain that her mother would be calling for violence if she were to know of her new kinship with the targaryen -- after all, was she not taught her entire life that were daenerys or her brother to come to westeros in order to claim the throne that myrcella would be tortured or killed? was she not warned over and over again about the DANGERS of a new targaryen dynasty? there was much she was taught and more that the blonde has unlearned. daenerys was nothing like she had been told -- and myrcella was grateful for it.

"it will be a terrible one," she murmured almost sadly, offering dany a soft smile. "they're calling for me to be queen -- some, i suppose. even though it was never something i was told i would be or even asked about in terms of WANTING. my mother..." a beat, the girl moved her focus to the fruit in front of her as she peeled the skin off. "i worry for my family. i worry for the people. i worry for tommen. i worry for YOU." myrcella knew that the road was to be paved in blood. there was no avoiding it.

"will you kill them?"

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there is a slight nod of her head at the caution in his voice, " drogon will stay far away from the city. he is only meant to take us to the shore. to ride on dragonback is faster than by boat. grey worm shall meet us on the outskirts of duskendale with mounts. "

the queen moves deftly through the smooth stone halls, on occasion crossing paths with one of the unsullied or a member of her khalasar. they do not bow, as one would expect, rather they raise their eyes to meet her's. some whisper 'khaleesi', others 'mhysa', while the unsullied soldiers nod in greeting. the young queen acknowledges each of them in turn with a soft smile, though her eyes remain focused on the path ahead.

i am loved by them, dany thinks to herself as the witcher speaks of what awaits her on the shore. when the people of duskendale see me, see what i can offer them, how will they have anything but love for me?

... they are dying in the fields? her face shifts just as they step into the early morning light. before them stretches a short landing of steps and then an expanse of stone forged into a seemingly endless bridge, connecting the island to it's port over tumultuous waves and jagged rocks. the sight of it would have taken the breath from her lungs, if the witcher's revelation had not already done just that. she stops short, turning back to look at him. " what do you mean they're dying in the fields? "

half-upfront. geralt was unaccustomed to actually gaining a fair sum for the work he would produce. normally it was haggilng, then hearing about how they couldn't possibly put forward more than one-hundred coins when they had mouths to feed, daughters to wed, heirlooms to cherish. suddenly, all those wallets that had been willing to feed the witcher for disposing of a monster were as empty as his belly. prod them anymore and there was always some overenthusiastic sucker who'd grab hold of a pitchfork and try to run him through. . . . that'd only worked once.

seeing her rise, however, gave the witcher a start. he looked upon daenerys with confusion as she joined him as the base of the stairs. he didn't mean that she should go with him. just that she should try taking an interest in the lives of common people. maybe then they'd be able to get the things they so desperately needed. like shelter. maybe food. a witcher, to start. ' your highness, with all due respect, it isn't a good idea to go riding a dragon into the middle of the city. they're already dealing with monsters, and peasants tend to rely on superstition... ' the white-haired one's voice, full of gravel still, drifts off with the heat of suggestion. the last thing he needed was a city of frightened villagers turning on him, or worse, alerting the soldiers of her supposed opposition. he'd already deserted once- he wasn't about to start playing soldier again. ' not wise, just experienced. '

still, as the violet-eyed woman turned to begin back down the narrow hallway, geralt would follow close behind. he had learned from lords and the leaders of the freefolk that they liked to walk ahead. to stand with their head high and feel important on their own. it amused him some. these were usually the men who could not hold their own. geralt replied thoughtfully, ' not sure, to be honest. the ghouls are a problem, but not much can be done about their nests while men are dying in the fields. that's what they feed on, the rotting corpses. or the fresh ones that wander too close. we call them necrophages, the family of creatures to which they belong. ' he paused briefly as they reached the entrance to the keep, the grandiose portcullis still as breathtaking as it had been when first he had arrived. ' saw some tracks near rook's rest. i intend to start there. look for a den, tracks, remains. see if i can't bait something out. '

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dany and her dragons starting off as whisper, a rumor in kings landing. a fairytale, perhaps a dream. but as days turn into months turn into years, her conquest across the stretch of essos becomes more like a battle cry than a whisper, a story used to scare children into bed rather than a fairytale.

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jon & danny wip

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#hieghtower , an independent queen alicent hightower from hb.o's house of the dragon with fire & blood influences. championed by daphne (she/her, 25+, cst). viewer discretion is advised.

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asoiaf: sword of storms starters

❝ why would the stars want to look down on one such as me? ❞ ❝ sometimes i think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. maybe pretending is how you get brave. ❞ ❝ come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. something. ❞ ❝ some battles are not won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens. ❞ ❝ old stories are like old friends. you have to visit them from time to time. ❞ ❝ still, night falls for all of us in the end, and too soon for some. ❞ ❝ and i tell you truly, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me. ❞ ❝ there are fights no swords can win. ❞ ❝ nothing will happen to you. nothing. i could not stand it. ❞ ❝ in such troubled times, it is hard to know friend from foe. ❞ ❝ you hide behind courtesy as if it were a castle wall. ❞ ❝ why do i enrage you so? i’ve never done you harm that i know of. ❞ ❝ it seems to me that a ruler who trusts no one is as foolish as a ruler who trusts everyone. ❞ ❝ love’s not always wise, i’ve learned. it can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts…wherever they take us. ❞ ❝ only lies offend me, never honest counsel. ❞ ❝ it was never my wish to sow enmity between us. ❞ ❝ best you were taken to your bed for a long resting, until you are stronger. ❞ ❝ even brave men blind themselves sometimes, when they are afraid to see. ❞ ❝ no harm will come to you, you have my word on that. ❞ ❝ the worst is behind us. don’t be frightened. ❞ ❝ silence. have you forgotten who i am? ❞ ❝ there is something we must speak of. will you walk with me? ❞ ❝ you shall rise again, i am sure. a man like you. ❞ ❝ i am not a cruel man. you know me. ❞ ❝ the world grows a little darker every day. ❞ ❝ i have need of good counsel, and you never gave me less. ❞ ❝ you are a treacherous old rogue, but a good friend all the same. ❞ ❝ madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ if you love me all so much, why are you still dressed? ❞ ❝ you’re mine. mine, as i’m yours. ❞ ❝ wars need not be fought until the last drop of blood. ❞ ❝ one voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found. ❞ ❝ when it comes to battle, discipline beats valour every time. ❞ ❝ sometimes the best thing you can do is nothing. ❞ ❝ it is too late for ifs, and too late for rescues. all that remains is vengeance. ❞ ❝ only blood can pay for blood. ❞ ❝ why do you hesitate? kill him, and be done. ❞ ❝ i will fall into those eyes and drown. ❞ ❝ harsh justice is still justice. ❞ ❝ i am cleverer than most, surely wits count for something. ❞ ❝ there’s a storm coming. a bad one. ❞ ❝ men will read all sorts of things into a knowing smile if you let them. ❞ ❝ the greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them. ❞ ❝ all these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords and listen to their mothers. ❞ ❝ you were made to be kissed, often and well. ❞ ❝ i walk alone with no true companion but tears. ❞ ❝ there is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs. ❞ ❝ there are fights no swords can win. ❞ ❝ here you are my guest, and safe from harm at my hands…this night, at least. ❞ ❝ i love the smell of you. i love your hair. i love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. ❞ ❝ i am alive, and drunk on sunlight. ❞ ❝ we look up at the same stars and see such different things. ❞ ❝ let them kill me. so long as i die fighting, a blade in hand. ❞ ❝ they are still behind us. they are taking us one by one. ❞ ❝ cry if you must. in your place, i would likely rip my hair out. ❞ ❝ would you wake me, please? i’m having this terrible nightmare. ❞ ❝ i know what it is like to love so greatly you can think of nothing else. ❞ ❝ if truth be told, i’m bored with your company. ❞ ❝ i am tired of fighting you. what say we make a truce? ❞ ❝ no man grows rich by kindness. ❞ ❝ it is well you did not lie to me. i would have known. ❞ ❝ the blood of my enemies i will shed gladly. the blood of innocents is another matter. ❞ ❝ i do not know who you are, and it may be that’s for the best. someone important, i fear. ❞ ❝ is every word you say a lie? ❞ ❝ why should i tell you my name? you haven’t told me yours. ❞ ❝ you are weak as a child, and no warrior. ❞ ❝ if i look back i am lost. ❞ ❝ if you lie to me, i will have your tongue. ❞ ❝ you’ve grown more amusing since last we met. ❞ ❝ i wonder if i might have a few private words? ❞ ❝ i dreamed a dream, no more. go back to sleep. ❞ ❝ this is a bad place, is it not? a dark place, and foul. ❞ ❝ i did not intend to give offence. forgive me. ❞ ❝ you have never feared to speak the truth, why do you lie to yourself? ❞ ❝ the music’s still playing. might i have this dance? ❞ ❝ your eyes give the lie to your tongue. ❞ ❝ let me go now. for our friendship, wish me luck and let me go ❞ ❝ a wise man never makes an enemy of a king. ❞ ❝ this must be our last time together. the danger is too great. ❞ ❝ some day try thinking before you speak. ❞ ❝ i have a dragon’s temper, that’s all. you must not let it frighten you. ❞ ❝ you must not be saying such things, even in jest. ❞ ❝ what we want is not always what we get. ❞ ❝ put up that sword now, unless you want to be hurt. ❞ ❝ sometimes a man knows more than he says. ❞ ❝ when i don’t fancy a man’s eyes, i put an arrow through one. ❞ ❝ my heart is full of doubts. ❞ ❝ in times like this, we must make do as best we can. ❞ ❝ i never dreamed how quick the sweet would turn to sour. ❞ ❝ my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel. ❞ ❝ the stink of death is fresh on you. ❞ ❝ you have repaid betrayal with betrayal, let it end. ❞ ❝ the higher the man climbs the farther he has to fall. ❞ ❝ i was hoping one look at this sweet face of mine would be enough to persuade you all of my innocence. ❞ ❝ after all the storms we’ve suffered, you should trust me better. ❞ ❝ you can kill your enemies, but can you rule your friends? ❞ ❝ could there be honor in a lie, if it were told for a good purpose? ❞ ❝ i am the monster they all say i am. ❞ ❝ pray excuse me, i need to hit someone very hard with a sword. ❞ ❝ you did your best to kill me. perhaps i ought to return the favor. ❞ ❝ you do, don’t you? you take me for a fool. ❞ ❝ we’re all just songs in the end, if we’re lucky. ❞ ❝ there is a long league’s worth of difference between wilful and stupid. ❞ ❝ you…a man like you brings blood with him. ❞ ❝ when did i make so many enemies? ❞ ❝ i must be strong. if i despair, my grief will consume me. ❞ ❝ give me sweet lies, and keep your bitter truths. ❞ ❝ i know what it is to be betrayed by men you trusted. ❞ ❝ all my victories turn to dross in my hands. ❞ ❝ it is a pleasure to look on you again, even in such trying times. ❞ ❝ are you scared? have you lost your belly for fighting? ❞ ❝ you were so long, i feared something had gone amiss. ❞ ❝ any man who must say ‘i am king’ is no true king at all. ❞ ❝ always keep your foes confused. if they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next. ❞ ❝ small men curse what they cannot understand. ❞ ❝ if you’re lying to me again, you won’t be leaving here alive. ❞ ❝ it all goes back and back to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. we are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us. ❞ ❝ when you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him. ❞ ❝ a pure world. i do not belong here. ❞ ❝ you make me sorry that i am not the monster you would have me be. ❞ ❝ i crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. don’t tell me to leave. ❞ ❝ my big mouth will be the death of me, i swear it. ❞ ❝ we have suffered much, and there is more peril and more grief ahead. ❞ ❝ i…i suppose i earned that. ❞ ❝ begging for help never gets you any. ❞ ❝ you’re not made to lie. you blush and squeak and stammer. ❞ ❝ one day you must tell me all. the good and the bad. ❞ ❝ and there is stands, miserable as it is. my ancestral home. ❞ ❝ whatever i do, all i make is death and horror. ❞ ❝ it is safer to walk in darkness here. there are things you would not wish to see. ❞ ❝ you have a certain cunning, but the plain truth is you talk too much. ❞ ❝ that might have hurt me once, when i still felt pain. ❞ ❝ we will fight a battle, and then we will rest. alive or dead, we’ll rest. ❞ ❝ every man must die. but first he must live. ❞ ❝ all night i have been making songs for you in my head. ❞ ❝ my blood, my body, my songs, you own them all. ❞ ❝ if you lie i’ll punch your face. ❞ ❝ what a fight that was, and what a foe. ❞ ❝ be quiet. i will tell you when you can speak. ❞ ❝ forgive me. you have to forgive me. ❞ ❝ never lie to me. never betray me. ❞ ❝ there are two sorts of people. the players and the pieces. ❞ ❝ the only thing i value less than my life right now is yours. ❞ ❝ perhaps i should leave you here to rot if you’re going to be so discourteous. ❞ ❝ i hadn’t forgotten, though i hoped you had. ❞ ❝ i can still bite and kick. i’ll die with the taste of blood in my mouth, that’s something. ❞ ❝ you bray like an ass, and make no more sense. ❞ ❝ you do not belong here. this is not your place. ❞ ❝ i’m not going back to sleep. my head is all a tumult. ❞ ❝ some doors are best left closed. ❞ ❝ it does not matter how brave or brilliant a man is, if his commands cannot be heard. ❞ ❝ a man who fears battle wins no victories. ❞ ❝ you’re not half bad with a sword, but you’re not good enough to take on two hundred men by yourself. ❞ ❝ that is a good color on you. it goes well with your eyes. ❞ ❝ if blood is what you wish, then let it flow. ❞ ❝ i liked you well enough…but i never trusted you. a man needs to earn my trust. ❞ ❝ it is good to see you know who i am. ❞ ❝ i have told you no lies. yet there have been truths i have withheld. ❞ ❝ pardon me if i do not weep for you. ❞ ❝ you’ll find nothing here but death. ❞ ❝ don’t…don’t talk like this. you’re scaring me. ❞ ❝ you must be very brave or very stupid. ❞ ❝ i gave you the truth. you owe me the same. ❞ ❝ that loose tongue of yours will be your undoing. ❞ ❝ i must have fire in my eyes when i face them, not tears. ❞ ❝ it will take more than an arrow to kill you. ❞ ❝ the sound’s inside, it’s in here with us, and it’s getting louder. ❞ ❝ see? we know each other too well. ❞ ❝ you meddle in matters you do not understand. ❞ ❝ i have no luck. i have never had any bloody luck. ❞ ❝ do all gods feel so lonely? ❞ ❝ you are strangely quiet. how do you feel, i wonder? ❞ ❝ stop trying to think up ways to kill me. none of it will do you any bit of good. ❞ ❝ all you need to do is take my hand, come on. ❞ ❝ we’re together, just as you’ve always wanted, just as we’ve always planned. ❞ ❝ wars are won with quills and ravens. ❞ ❝ if only i had my sword, nothing could harm me. ❞ ❝ a valiant deed unsung is no less valiant. ❞ ❝ there are wolves in these woods, and worse things. ❞ ❝ say nothing of what we’ve discussed here today. to anyone. ❞ ❝ you’d best go. you’re making me angry. ❞ ❝ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❞ ❝ an ill-omened name. i have asked you not to use it. ❞ ❝ you cannot hide from me. come closer, now. ❞ ❝ there’s no cause for all these tears. ❞ ❝ it is good that you have woken, but you must give yourself time to heal. ❞ ❝ there is no honor in hiding and sneaking. ❞ ❝ come with me. we have to get away from here, and now. ❞ ❝ kings are falling like leaves this autumn. ❞ ❝ you don’t know half as much as you think you do. ❞ ❝ you seem so sombre. is aught amiss? 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" we ask nothing more than for a place to lay our heads until the sun rises," she looked out once more upon the merriment, upon the faces of her own men, tired and weary. they were not used to the cold, neither was she. but they had survived through the expanse of red waste, conquered slaver's bay, crossed the narrow sea, and taken dragonstone in her name. they would survive the bitter cold, too. " and that you have already far exceeded. "

a calloused hand dart out from her trappings, fingers pressing against her mug of warmed wine. it tastes as bitter as the wind that howls outside the hall. but it is a taste she does not mind. " my advisors mentioned such upon our arrival. i do wish i could be of more aid at the present moment. but when i take my rightful place upon the iron throne, the six kingdoms will be your ally in times of much and in times of little. "

winterfell was at it's best in these circumstances. a stronghold to the outside, and whatever resided in it. filled with noise and laughter and the sweet smell of wine. she could almost hear her father's voice on her shoulder, bellowing over the rabble to let her know of his fulfilment. she could not help but smile, almost apologetically, at the sight of her esteemed guest in more cover than the men north of the wall. a quick gesture to a guard at the edge of the room, and a new log found itself among the cinders and spewing gentle smoke and warmth.

“ and we are honored by your attendance, ” she would speak for the room, with the same reverence they had for the queen in the north. remembering her time at king's landing, sansa knew that there was a stark difference between the north and south. a divide that was underestimated by many. “ i must admit, i fear we are ill-prepared for guests. many of our provisions were sent to the holdings between here and the wall. although far be it from me to stop the celebration. ”