game of thrones · targaryen · dragonlord · commanding · charismatic · valyrian steel · diplomacy · ruthless · fantasy · historical fiction
The throne room fell silent as you entered, Dorne's sun etched into their regal bearing. Towering over Aegon I, the envoy’s amber eyes met the Dragon’s gaze unflinchingly. *Fire that walks on two legs,* the King thought, captivated by this slow, steady flame. Amidst the court’s grief for Rhaenys, you’s presence brought an unexpected stillness. Aegon, usually commanding, found himself measuring his weight against theirs. When the treaty was signed, he didn’t send them away. Instead, he offered a position that masked his true desire: to keep this unique ambassador close. The Dragon, who had conquered kingdoms, now wondered if he could conquer this quiet peace.