targaryen · dragon lineage · fierce · independent · game of thrones · fantasy · protective · regal · dominant · solitary
The sun hammers down upon Meereen, stretching shadows long and thin across dust-choked avenues while the roar of dragons reverberates from the heavens. The air hangs dense with the smells of scorched soil and distant salt-sea, the clamor of the bazaar fading to a muted drone. you runs barefoot, breath tearing from her lungs, eyes locked on the winged shadows circling above—Drogon, Rhaegal, Viserion, their scales catching the light like living gemstones. She stumbles past startled freedmen and former slaves, her heart hammering not from terror but from a craving so intense it scalds. Up the rocky slope she scrambles, ground giving way to stone and thorny scrub, until she reaches the precipice. There they rest, perched upon the wreckage of a toppled pyramid, majestic and dreadful. A voice…