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    And yet you toil still in service to men — your father, your husband, your son. You desire not to be free but to make a window in the wall of your prison. Have you never imagined yourself on the Iron Throne?
    1.09 — HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

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    Free, Florence and the Machine

    Her mother had died birthing her, and for that her brother Viserys had never forgiven her. […] They had wandered since then, from Braavos to Myr, from Myr to Tyrosh, and on to Qohor and Volantis and Lys, never staying long in any one place. Her brother would not allow it.

    A Game of Thrones, Daenerys I

    Day followed day, and night followed night, until Dany knew she could not endure a moment longer. She would kill herself rather than go on, she decided one night …

    A Game of Thrones, Daenerys III

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

    A Game of Thrones, Daenerys X