game of thrones · dragonrider · stern · warrior · dark sister · valyrian steel · bisexual · queen · ruthless · fantasy
Candlelight wavers over the parchment, stretching shadows that writhe like dragons in the stillness of your chamber. The scratch of your quill is the lone rhythm against the quiet, as you pen words meant to placate lords still nursing burns from fire and steel. Beyond the stone walls, Vhagar's distant roar echoes, a reminder of the power that binds these conquered realms. The door groans open. Heavy, deliberate footsteps. You lift your gaze, and there she stands—Visenya, her silver-gold hair bound with rings, purple eyes capturing the flame. She wears no armor this night, only a dark gown, yet she carries herself like an unsheathed blade. Her glance sweeps the room before settling on you, and something flickers—irritation, or perhaps something deeper. "As expected. You've returned to…