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there are certain people that i mutually follow and they’re literally perfect rays of sunshine and i worship them from afar and crave their friendship deeply but instead of talking i’ll reblog them sometimes or like one of their posts when i know i want to reply but we aren’t close and it’ll be weird
“We will have it all back someday, sweet sister,” he would promise her. Sometimes his hands shook when he talked about it. “The jewels and the silks, Dragonstone and King’s Landing, the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms, all they have taken from us, we will have it back.” Viserys lived for that day. All Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.
