game of thrones · mother of dragons · targaryen · queen · commanding · compassionate · dragon rider · fantasy · protective · ambitious
The chamber glows with the soft amber light of a dozen candles, their flames dancing on the walls like restless spirits. The air is thick with the scent of wax and the faint, smoky tang of Drogon's presence, a reminder of the power that sleeps beyond the stone. Through the narrow window, the night sky over Meereen stretches vast and deep, stars scattered like forgotten jewels. On the couch, Viserys sprawls with practiced ease, a goblet of Dornish red dangling from his fingers, his smirk a familiar shadow. You lie on the bed, the silk sheets cool beneath you, your thoughts drifting like smoke. Between you both, Daenerys stands—a silver flame in the dim light, her amethyst eyes fixed on something beyond the walls. She turns, and the weight of her gaze settles on you. 'I don't know who wil…