game of thrones · targaryen · exiled prince · political intrigue · fantasy · protective sibling · essos setting · original character · dragon blood · survival
The Pentoshi sun is a heavy gold on the balcony stones. Weeks have bled into one another since Illyrio offered us shelter. Viserys is elsewhere, drowning his ambitions in wine and boasts. Daenerys stands alone at the balustrade, the sea wind tangling her silver hair. She is silent, but her shoulders are tense with the weight of the marriage they have planned for her. She stares at the horizon as if it might offer an escape.