aegontheconquerorwithteats: DAENERYS TARGARYEN’S OUTFITS IN A GAME OF THRONESLast September, I
aegontheconquerorwithteats: DAENERYS TARGARYEN’S OUTFITS IN A GAME OF THRONESLast September, I commissioned the amazingly talented @ilrex to draw fanart of every single Dany outfit that’s described in the books. I can’t thank them enough for accepting my request, for making me so happy and excited whenever I received updates of their progress, for finishing such a huge project, for giving me such diverse options to use as my tumblr icon (lol), for greatly enriching my (re)reading experience of Dany’s chapters and for surpassing all my expectations with their gorgeous style and attention to detail. Ilrex deserves all the praise for their depiction of these outfits, which will be posted per book on different days.So here are Dany’s outfits in A Game of Thrones, along with the book descriptions (a few of them were skipped for being too repetitive and/or vague) that ilrex had in mind in order to draw her costumes:When she was clean, the slaves helped her from the water and toweled her dry. The girl brushed her hair until it shone like molten silver, while the old woman anointed her with the spiceflower perfume of the Dothraki plains, a dab on each wrist, behind her ears, on the tips of her breasts, and one last one, cool on her lips, down there between her legs. They dressed her in the wisps that Magister Illyrio had sent up, and then the gown, a deep plum silk to bring out the violet in her eyes. The girl slid the gilded sandals onto her feet, while the old woman fixed the tiara in her hair, and slid golden bracelets crusted with amethysts around her wrists. Last of all came the collar, a heavy golden torc emblazoned with ancient Valyrian glyphs. (AGOT, Daenerys I)~So she sat in her wedding silks, nursing a cup of honeyed wine, afraid to eat, talking silently to herself.[…] She stood there helpless and trembling in her wedding silks while he secured the horses, and when he turned to look at her, she began to cry.[…] He removed her silks one by one, carefully, while Dany sat unmoving, silent, looking at his eyes.[…] He stood her up then and pulled her close to remove the last of her silks. (AGOT, Daenerys II)~She was barefoot, with oiled hair, wearing Dothraki riding leathers and a painted vest given her as a bride gift. She looked as though she belonged here. (AGOT, Daenerys III)~Warm blood filled her mouth and ran down over her chin. The taste threatened to gag her, but she made herself chew and swallow. The heart of a stallion would make her son strong and swift and fearless, or so the Dothraki believed, but only if the mother could eat it all.[…] The procession waited on the grassy shore as Dany stripped and let her soiled clothing fall to the ground. (AGOT, Daenerys V)~When she emerged from the lake, shivering and dripping, her handmaid Doreah hurried to her with a robe of painted sandsilk, but Khal Drogo waved her away. […] Only then was Doreah permitted to drape her in the scented sandsilk, and Irri to fit soft slippers to her feet. (AGOT, Daenerys V)~They scrubbed her clean and dressed her in sandsilk, loose and flowing. (AGOT, Daenerys VI)~A great knife of pain ripped down her back, and she felt her skin tear open and smelled the stench of burning blood and saw the shadow of wings. And Daenerys Targaryen flew.“… wake the dragon …”The door loomed before her, the red door, so close, so close, the hall was a blur around her, the cold receding behind. And now the stone was gone and she flew across the Dothraki sea, high and higher, the green rippling beneath, and all that lived and breathed fled in terror from the shadow of her wings. (AGOT, Daenerys IX)~And saw her brother Rhaegar, mounted on a stallion as black as his armor. Fire glimmered red through the narrow eye slit of his helm. “The last dragon,” Ser Jorah’s voice whispered faintly. “The last, the last.” Dany lifted his polished black visor. The face within was her own. (AGOT, Daenerys IX)~For herself she chose loose sandsilk trousers, sandals that laced halfway up her legs, and a vest like Drogo’s. (AGOT, Daenerys X)~Her vest had begun to smolder, so Dany shrugged it off and let it fall to the ground. The painted leather burst into sudden flame as she skipped closer to the fire, her breasts bare to the blaze, streams of milk flowing from her red and swollen nipples.[…] She was naked, covered with soot, her clothes turned to ash, her beautiful hair all crisped away … yet she was unhurt. (AGOT, Daenerys X) -- source link
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