She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead. She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We’ll give her those, as many as she likes.
Valyria was the last ember, and Valyria is gone. The dragons are no more, the giants are dead, the children of the forest forgotten with all their lore. Sad to say, but magic is gone.
seriously we can’t even pronounce these Valyrian names half the time. Davos deserves a Wall-sized star for starting with that book.
She had often daydreamed of how she would dance at her wedding, with every eye upon her and her handsome lord. In her dreams they had all been smiling.
» Mothers and fathers made up the gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.
