You know the problem with being the last of anything, by and by there be none left at all.
The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed,
and bound her in her bones.
The seas be ours, and by the powers;
where we will, we’ll roam.
you’re a targaryen, you’re the mother of dragons
i need to be more than that (x)
Something wrong with your leg, boy? Can you walk? I’ve got to carry you? Fine little blade. Maybe I’ll pick my teeth with it.