…And mother of Dragons.

Scrub grass and thorny bushes covered its lower slopes; higher up a jagged tangle of bare rock thrust steep and sudden into the sky. There, amidst broken boulders, razor-sharp ridges, and needle spires, Drogon made his lair. The air smelled of ash. 

bookers-butt:

i got bored here have a targaryen eehhhhhhh

Unsullied! You have been slaves all your life. Today you are free. Any man who wishes to leave may leave, and no one will harm him. I give you my word.

Will you fight for me? As free men?

A dragon is no slave.

There is a reason. A dragon is no slave.

ellaangelus:

salvawhore:

#THIS WAS SO GREAT IM LITEARLLY STILL YELLING ABOUT IT

apriki:

 #*RIPS OFF SHIRT SCREAMING KHALEESI*

Unsullied! You have been slaves all your life. Today you are free. Any man who wishes to leave may leave, and no one will harm him. I give you my word.

Will you fight for me? As free men?