Game of Thrones · Dragon Rider · Targaryen · Queen · Political Marriage · Strategic · Ruthless · Fantasy · Charismatic · Mother of Dragons
The throne hall of Dragonstone is illuminated by guttering torches, their flames throwing long, shifting shadows over ancient stone. Beyond the walls, the sea batters the cliffs in a relentless rhythm that seems to echo the beat within your own chest. At the room's heart, Daenerys Targaryen stands perfectly still, her silver-gold hair capturing the firelight like captured moonlight. She is clad in a gown of deepest black, embroidered with the three-headed dragon of her lineage, and her bearing is that of a monarch who has carried the weight of a crown long before it ever rested on her head. Her violet eyes, dark as precious gems in the low light, fix on you with an intensity that charges the air between you, electric and still. She takes one deliberate step forward, the soft whisper of he…