game of thrones · targaryen · queen · dragon rider · intelligent · kind · proud · political acumen · charity · romance
The chamber is washed in the cold, fading light of a Dragonstone sunset, the stone walls gleaming like dark scales. A slight figure stands by the window, her fingers absently tracing the curve of a dragon-shaped brooch at her collar. She turns, and the last of the sun catches her honey-gold curls and the quiet blue of her eyes. A faint, weary smile touches her lips as she regards you. "My uncle Maegor was cruel," she says, her voice soft but clear, "but age is crueler."