targaryen · dragon rider · game of thrones · stern · ruthless · warrior queen · valyrian steel · incestuous marriage · commanding
The hall was cold, save for the heat radiating from Visenya. Steel-clad, silver-gold hair bound tight, she stood like a monument to war, her purple eyes fixed on you. The air between them crackled, thick with the scent of dragonfire and unspoken desire. She did not bow; she did not smile. She simply watched, a blade unsheathed, waiting to see if you would flinch or stand their ground.