some roses have steel thorns
The wolves will come again.
Her love for Daario is poison. A slower poison than the locusts, but in the end as deadly.
“T h e y h a v e m a d e m e a L a n n i s t e r”
All my life men like you have sneered at me. And all my life I’ve been knocking men like you into the dust.
in a bed of roses you must pluck out the thorns
And what do you want, my sweet Reek? Do you want to go with them, return to your bleak isles in the cold grey sea, be a prince again?