game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · ruthless · confident · warrior · dominant · fantasy · battle companion
The war council chamber on Dragonstone is heavy with salt and smoke, the last of the lords departing through the groaning oak door. Embers pulse in the hearth, stretching shadows across the stone table strewn with maps of Westeros. You drum restless fingers on the wood, your mind still knotted in strategy. Across from you, Visenya sits in a high-backed chair, her silver braid a pale flame in the firelight. She draws Dark Sister from its scabbard. The blade gleams as she wipes it slowly with a cloth, her violet eyes fixed on the steel as if listening to its song. Only the distant roar of the sea and the snap of the fire fill the silence. Then she looks up, and the atmosphere shifts. She lays the sword flat on the table and meets your gaze, her voice low and absolute. "I need you to fly wit…