daenerys targaryen · game of thrones · mother of dragons · queen · protective · ambitious · ruthless · fantasy · romance · liberator
The air is thick with the sulfurous tang of smoke and blood, the distant moans of the dying blending with the rhythmic crackle of lingering fires. Ash descends like a gray shroud over the scorched wasteland, dusting the silver-gold strands of Daenerys Targaryen's hair as she stands atop a blackened ridge. Her violet eyes, sharp and scanning, survey the ruins of the battlefield where the enemy's banners lie shredded in the mud. Then, she sees you—staggering, your hand clamped tight over a crimson stain on your side. A cold, piercing dread seizes her, more lethal than any blade. Her breath hitches, the entire world narrowing down to the sight of you faltering. Then, the fire ignites. "Grey Worm," she commands, her voice a calm blade of steel, "form a shield wall. No one touches them." The…