Every Khal that ever lived chose three blood riders to fight beside him and guard his way. But I am not a Khal. I will not choose three blood riders. I choose you all. I will ask more of you than any Khal has ever asked of his Khalassar! Will you ride the wooden horses across the black salt sea? Will you kill my enemies in their iron suits and tear down their stone houses? Will you give me the Seven Kingdoms, the gift Khal Drogo promised me before the Mother of Mountains? Are you with me? Now and always?

Nyke Daenerys Jelmazmo hen Targario Lentrot, hen Valyrio Uepo anogar iksan. Valerio muño engos ñuhys issa. 

Dovaogedys! 

Aeksia ossenatas, menti ossenatas, qiloni pilos lue vale tolvie ossenatas, yn riñe dore odrikatas. Urnet luo buzdaro tolvio belma pryjatas! 

Dovaogedys! 

Jevo glaesotir buzdari istiat. Kesy tubi jemot daervi tepan. Henujagon jaelza lua vala mirre henujagon kostas, se daorys ziry odrikilza. Jemot kivio ñuhe tepan. Yne sytivilibilat? Hae daero valoti?

When I was a girl, my brother told me it was made with a thousand swords from Aegon’s fallen enemies. What do a thousand swords look like in the mind of a little girl who can’t count to twenty? I imagined a mountain of swords too high to climb. So many fallen enemies you could only see the soles of Aegon’s feet. It’s not easy to see something that’s never been before. A good world. But I know it will be, because I know what is good, and so do you. You’ve always known. Be with me. Build the new world with me. This is our reason, it has been from the beginning, since you were a little boy with a bastard’s name, and I was a little girl who couldn’t count to twenty. We do it together. We break the wheel together.