Daenerys Targaryen meme + (3/6) traits or emotions ► maternal
Dany felt a lightness in her chest. I will never bear a living child, she remembered. Her hand trembled as she raised it. Perhaps she smiled. She must have, because the man grinned and shouted again, and others took up the cry. “Mhysa!” they called. “Mhysa! MHYSA!” They were all smiling at her, reaching for her, kneeling before her. Maela, some called her, while others cried Aelalla or Qathei or Tato, but whatever the tongue it all meant the same thing. Mother. They are calling me Mother.
"Missandei is as clever as half the men at this table and wiser than all of them."
She had all of her mother’s beauty and none of her nature. Dornish law would always rule in Dorne. And Myrcella is in Dorne. By law the Iron Throne should pass to her.
A collection of known Reach houses (requested by tyrion-lanister-the-half-man)
At the edge of the wolfswood, Bran turned in his basket for one last glimpse of the castle that had been his life. Wisps of smoke still rose into the grey sky, but no more than might have risen from Winterfell’s chimneys on a cold autumn afternoon. Soot stains marked some of the arrow loops, and here and there a crack or a missing merlon could be seen in the curtain wall, but it seemed little enough from this distance. Beyond, the tops of the keeps and towers still stood as they had for hundreds of years, and it was hard to tell that the castle had been sacked and burned at all. The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I’m not dead either.