"In the smoldering red pits of Drogon’s eyes, Dany saw her own reflection. How small she looked, how weak and frail and scared. I cannot let him see my fear.”
“‘Where are we going?’ How should I know? Do I look like the leader of this merry band of misfits?”
w a r i s w a r ;but killing a man at a wedding? horrid.
what sort of m o n s t e r, would do such a thing?
witch series - forest witchesyou just might catch a glimpse of one running through the woods! with reckless abandon, they breathe life into the trees and don’t mind when mulch and dirt ruin the hems of their skirts. they are as temperamental as thunder and can twist vines and branches around your limbs in an instant.