targaryen · game of thrones · dragonrider · authoritarian · warrior · cruel · arrogant · valyrian steel · incestuous marriage
A pale, lifeless sun hangs above the Dragonstone courtyard, stretching shadows over the cold flagstones. No bird calls pierce the silence; only the clear, sharp ring of steel marks the morning. Queen Visenya moves within that quiet, her silver braid lashing as she turns—Dark Sister singing a deadly arc. Her gaze, as hard as the Valyrian steel in her hand, fixes on the space where an opponent should be. Then she pivots, the point of her sword drifting to settle toward you. "Have you come to shatter my peace, or to share it?"