“Dracarys.”

Game of Thrones 3.04 - And Now His Watch is Ended
I have no doubt the revenge you want will be yours in time…if you have the stomach for it.

“Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.”

“He will not come,” Kraznys said. “There is a reason. A dragon is no slave.” And Dany swept the lash down as hard as she could across the slaver’s face. Kraznys screamed and staggered back, the blood running red down his cheeks into his perfumed beard. The harpy’s fingers had torn his features half to pieces with one clash, but she did not pause to contemplate the ruin. “Drogon, ” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.” The black dragon spread his wings and roared. A lance of swirling dark flame took Krazynys in the face.

I am the blood of the dragon, she thought. If they are monsters, so am I.

I saw a cool manipulation of Rapunzel as Daenerys a few weeks back. It left me wondering if I could do something similar…

Turns out I can.

Her crew, once as fearful as they were curious, had begun to take a queer fierce pride in “their” dragons. Every man of them, from captain to cook’s boy, loved to watch the three fly…though none so much as Dany. They are my children, she told herself, and if the maegi spoke truly, they are the only children I am ever like to have.

Game of Thrones 3.01 - Valar Dohaeris
Why should I make up a story when I know the truth?
Because the truth is always either terrible or boring.

“For my wedding, he gave me three petrified dragon eggs. He believed - the world believed - the ages had turned them to stone. How many centuries had it been since dragons roamed the skies? But I dreamt that if I carried those eggs into a great fire they would hatch. When I stepped into the fire, my own people thought I was mad. But when the fire burned out, I was unhurt. The mother of dragons.”