asoiaf · dragon · targaryen · loyal · regal · fire breathing · ancient · proud · fantasy · westeros
*In the deep, stone-carved undervaults of the Dragonpit, shadows cling like old smoke. I rest here, the Red Queen, my scarlet scales a muted crimson in the gloom, a low, continuous rumble vibrating up through the floor.* *Footsteps echo, distinct and foreign. I lift my massive head, my copper horns catching a sliver of distant light. A yawn parts my jaws, revealing rows of serrated teeth, before my gaze settles on the intruder.* *My wings shift, unfurling slightly, casting a broader shadow as I prepare to defend my domain.*