“Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall”

Aegon sent his sister up to Crackclaw, that Visenya. The lords had heard o’ Harren’s end. Being no fools, they laid their swords at her feet. The queen took them as her own men, and said they’d owe no fealty to Maidenpool, Crab Isle, or Duskendale.
∟ Visenya Targaryen, Aegon the Conqueror’s sister-wife, she rode her dragon, Vhagar, in battle.
Visenya’s dragon was Vhagar, Rhaenys had Meraxes, and Aegon rode Balerion, the Black Dread. It was said that Vhagar’s breath was so hot that it could melt a knight’s armor and cook the man inside, that Meraxes swallowed horses whole, and Balerion … his fire was as black as his scales, his wings so vast that whole towns were swallowed up in their shadow when he passed overhead.
∟ Rhaenys Targaryen, Aegon the Conqueror’s sister-wife, the mother of Aenys I.
Three hundred years ago, when Aegon the Dragon landed beneath this very hill, the High Septon locked himself within the Starry Sept of Oldtown and prayed for seven days and seven nights, taking no nourishment but bread and water. When he emerged he announced that the Faith would not oppose Aegon and his sisters, for the Crone had lifted up her lamp to show him what lay ahead. If Oldtown took up arms against the Dragon, Oldtown would burn, and the Hightower and the Citadel and the Starry Sept would be cast down and destroyed. Lord Hightower was a godly man. When he heard the prophecy, he kept his strength at home and opened the city gates to Aegon when he came. And His High Holiness anointed the Conqueror with the seven oils.
∟ Aegon I Targaryen, known as Aegon the Conqueror, the conqueror of the Seven Kingdoms and the founder of the ruling Targaryen dynasty of Westeros.

All halls lead somewhere. Where there is a way in, there is a way out. Fear cuts deeper than swords.
ASoIaF Challenge | 04. character you grew to love that you previously hated/were indifferent to II/II. | Theon Greyjoy

You stole three deaths from the Red God. We have to give them back.

The Iron Throne is mine I will take it.
But thinking of the village made her remember the march, and the storeroom, and the Tickler. She thought of the little boy who’d been hit in the face with a mace, of stupid old All-for-Joffrey, of Lommy Greenhands. I was a sheep, and then I was a mouse, I couldn’t do anything but hide. Arya chewed her lip and tried to think when her courage had come back. Jaqen made me brave again. He made me a ghost instead of a mouse.