“You are in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen. Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons.”
Growing up at Winterfell, all I ever wanted was to escape, to come here, to the capital. To see the southern knights and their painted armor, King’s Landing after dark, all the candles burning in all those windows.
Do you know what the realm is? It’s the thousand blades of Aegon’s enemies, a story we agree to tell each other over and over until we forget that it’s a lie...Chaos isn’t a pit, chaos is a ladder.

“So the girl is as clever as she is pretty.”
“I dreamed of Bran,” Sansa had whispered. “I saw him smiling.”
Brienne, I have taken many wellborn ladies into my service over the years, but never one like you.

I am only a little bird, repeating the songs they taught me.