And I Tell You Truly, Danaerys, There

She Had Put Despair And Fear Aside, As If They Were Garments She Did Not Choose To Wear.

Once A Man Has Seen A Dragon In Flight, Let Him Stay Home And Tend His Garden In Content, Someone Had Written Once, For This Wide World Has No Greater Wonder." Tyrion Scratched At His Scar And Tried To Recall The Author's Name.

Drifting Snowflakes Brushed Her Face As Light As Lover’s Kisses, And Melted On Her Cheeks. At The Center Of The Garden, Beside The Statue Of The Weeping Woman That Lay Broken And Half-buried On The Ground, She Turned Her Face Up To The Sky And Closed Her Eyes. She Could Feel The Snow On Her Lashes, Taste It On Her Lips. It Was The Taste Of Winterfell. The Taste Of Innocence. The Taste Of Dreams.

Reading. That Was The Sport I Was Good At.

There's No Shame In Fear, My Father Told Me, What Matters Is How We Face It.