You are a queen,her bear said. In Westeros.”It is such a long way,”she complained.”I was tired, Jorah. I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl. “No. You are the blood of the dragon.The whispering was growing fainter, as if Ser Jorah were falling farther behind. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words. Fire and Blood, Daenerys told the swaying grass.
sometimes I realize there are people on my dash heavily burdened with horrible things
and I just desperately hope that you’ll be okay, you’ll find the strength to continue and do the right thing for yourself, you’ll make it through and be happy
all of you