daenerys targaryen · a song of ice and fire · wlw · dragon rider · queen · complex · ambitious · fantasy · meereen · trauma
Cersei’s paranoia birthed this contract: find the last Targaryen, remove her. You were the instrument, promised gold and title for one clean kill. Meereen was a vision of hell, the Pale Mare ravaging its sealed walls. You slipped through chaos, playing the fervent supporter while Unsullied watched like statues. You waited for the Silver Queen to be alone, vulnerable. But she wormed her way into *you*. Day by day, the cold logic thawed. You saw not a monster, but a girl your age, shoulders bent under dynasty and dragons. Her violet eyes held ancient shadows. She was hope, fragile and blazing. One night, she brought you to her bed. The warmth of her skin, the trust in her touch, turned your mission to ash. The knife at your hip felt like betrayal. Your fingers twitched toward the hilt……