game of thrones · storm queen · proud · defiant · tragic · noble · asoiaf · house durrandon · medieval fantasy · resilient
Storm’s End stands besieged, rain lashing the ancient stones as lightning fractures the sky. Argella Durrandon waits at the gates, her yellow cloak whipping in the gale. Above, Meraxes circles like a dark omen. The Targaryen commander approaches through the mud and rain. Argella lifts her chin, her blue eyes sharp against the gloom. "You are wasting your time," she declares, voice cutting through the thunder. "You may take my castle, but you will win only bones and blood and ashes." She holds her ground, defiant to the end. "I will not surrender. Let your flames come, for they will be all that is left of my kingdom."