“Dracarys…”

I need a dragon to cry on and feed my enemies to, for emotional reasons

I’m just tickled by the idea that there was some royal with the mind of Guy Fiere. “Yeah, and I want to be painted with a fucking dragon!”

irresponsible. Sure, they’re cute when they’re hatchlings, but the number of peasants this thing is gonna torch is just not going to be the same as if it were wild and naturally raining hell down on the village.