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Daenerys Targaryen is the love of my life

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“And a gown made from the skin of a thousand mice. "A handsome gift, Khaleesi," Magister Illyrio said of the last, after he had told her what it was. "Most lucky." […] And last of all, Khal Drogo brought forth his own bride gift to her. When he returned, the dense press of Dothraki gift-givers parted before him, and he led the horse to her.

She was a young filly, spirited and splendid. Dany knew just enough about horses to know that this was no ordinary animal. There was something about her that took the breath away. She was grey as the winter sea, with a mane like silver smoke.” AGOT Daenerys II (18/?)

i wanted to expand on that gown of a thousand mice design… like as a seamstress i have to agree with illyrio. the amount of work a patchwork of small hides must take to sew??? most splendid indeed. anyway i just wanted to draw dany looking cute

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Not that I or even all that many people "shipped" these two together, and especially unlikely at this stage in their knowing one another... but he's what she's got left? (And hopefully you know this isn't about yucking someone's yum, I can see how an attractive (+ less problematic) version of him has its positives for shippers.)

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'Magister Illyrio murmured a command, and four burly slaves hurried forward, bearing between them a great cedar chest bound in bronze. When she opened it, she found piles of the finest velvets and damasks the Free Cities could produce . . . and resting on top, nestled in the soft cloth, three huge eggs. Dany gasped. They were the most beautiful things she had ever seen, each different than the others, patterned in such rich colors that at first she thought they were crusted with jewels, and so large it took both of her hands to hold one. She lifted it delicately, expecting that it would be made of some fine porcelain or delicate enamel, or even blown glass, but it was much heavier than that, as if it were all of solid stone. The surface of the shell was covered with tiny scales, and as she turned the egg between her fingers, they shimmered like polished metal in the light of the setting sun. One egg was a deep green, with burnished bronze flecks that came and went depending on how Dany turned it. Another was pale cream streaked with gold. The last was black, as black as a midnight sea, yet alive with scarlet ripples and swirls.  "What are they?" she asked, her voice hushed and full of wonder. "Dragon's eggs, from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai," said Magister Illyrio. "The eons have turned them to stone, yet still they burn bright with beauty." 

  • A Game of Thrones, Chapter 11, Daenerys II
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