Swear this to me Varys, if you ever think I'm failing the people, you won't conspire behind my back. You'll look me in the eye as you have done today, and you'll tell me how I'm failing them
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
I offer you a choice, bend the knee and join me. Together we will leave the world a better place than we found it. Or refuse and die.
I am not here to be queen of the ashes
The Dothraki hadn't crossed the sea, any sea. They did for me
He was no Dragon. Fire cannot kill a Dragon
Old age is a wonderful source of irony