_Mhysa!

“Mhysa!” they called. “Mhysa! MHYSA!”

They were all smiling at her, reaching for her, kneeling before her. “Maela,” some called her while others cried “Aelalla” or “Qathei” or “Tato,” but whatever the tongue it all meant the same thing. Mother. They are calling me Mother.

notaqueen:

HAVE YOU ACCEPTED DAENERYS TARGARYEN AS YOUR LORD SAVIOR AND MHYSA

i’m your brother. i have to protect you.

casterly-lion: