I ask you not to judge a daughter by the sins of her father
We're going to leave the world better than we found it
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?
