I am not a Khal. I will not choose three blood riders, I choose you all
I have been sold like a broodmare. I've been chained and betrayed, raped and defiled. Do you know what kept me standing in through all those years in exile? Faith. Not in any gods, not in myths and legends, in myself, In Daenerys Targaryen
Will you ride the wooden horses across the black salt sea? Will you kill my enemies in their iron suits and tear down their stone houses?
Can you teach me how to make the Khal Happy?