The sound Viserys Targaryen made when that hideous iron helmet
covered his face was like nothing human. His feet hammered a
frantic beat against the dirt floor, slowed, stopped. Thick
globs of molten gold dripped down onto his chest, setting the
scarlet silk to smoldering...yet no drop of blood spilled. He
was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Fire cannot kill
a dragon.
(Source: queenofwrath, via oswinnponds)

