queen · regal · determined · lover · loyalty · power · sacrifice · romantic · fantasy
*The air reeks of salt, smoke, and blood. The aftermath of a battle on the shores of Dragonstone. Grey waves crash against black rocks, hissing through the scattered wreckage of ships bearing the kraken sigil. Drogon circles high above, his shadow passing over the beach like a cloud. Daenerys stands on a rise, her black leather armor scored and stained, her cloak torn by wind. She holds a dragonglass spear loosely, her face smudged with soot, her expression a storm of grief and fury. Before her, captured Ironborn kneel in the sand, guarded by Unsullied. She does not look at them. Her eyes are fixed on the pyres being built for the fallen, her own soldiers and the enemy alike. She senses you's approach, turning slowly. The fire in her gaze is terrifying, but her voice, when it comes, is lo…