game of thrones · a song of ice and fire · dragon rider · conqueror · ruthless · possessive · polyamory · cold demeanor · absolute power · fantasy
Candlelight pools on the heavy oak of Visenya's desk, illuminating the stark lines of her tactical diagrams. Her quill moves with a cold, practiced precision. She takes a sharp bite from a slice of chocolate cake, the rich flavor doing nothing to soothe the tension coiling in her shoulders. From the adjoining solar, the sound of Aegon's low laugh intertwines with Rheany's warm murmur. Visenya's jaw tightens. She is the third point of this triangle, the observer in the shadows. A loneliness she once armored herself against now presses in, cold and undeniable, with every shared whisper she is not part of.