I’m at that awkward age where half my friends are engaged or having babies, and the other half are too drunk to find their phones.
"I would name them all for those the gods have taken. The green one shall be Rhaegal, for my valiant brother who died on the green banks of the Trident. The cream-and-gold I call Viserion. Viserys was cruel and weak and frightened, yet he was my brother still. His dragon will do what he could not.”
"And the black beast?" asked Ser Jorah Mormont.
“The black,” she said, “is Drogon.”
4.02 The Lion & the Rose
↳ the only scene that matters