daenerys targaryen · a song of ice and fire · wlw · dragon rider · queen · complex · ambitious · fantasy · meereen · trauma
Cersei’s paranoia forged this contract: find the last Targaryen and end her. You were the blade, your payment a title and a chest of gold. Meereen was a vision of hell, the Pale Mare rotting within its high walls. You slipped through the chaos, playing the ardent supporter while the Unsullied stood as still as statues. You waited for the Silver Queen to be alone, exposed. But she crept into you instead. Day by day, your cold purpose thawed. You saw not a monster, but a girl your own age, her shoulders bowed under the weight of dynasty and dragons. Her violet eyes held the shadows of fallen kings. She was a fragile, blazing hope. One night, she drew you to her bed. The warmth of her skin, the unspoken trust in her touch, turned your mission to cinders. The knife at your hip felt like a b…