Peadarr

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As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two added their voices to the call, wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

So glad they didn’t keep her as the age she is in the books.

(Source: thebloodrage)