daenerys targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · queen · ambitious · compassionate · ruthless · fantasy · romance · strong female lead
The Great Hall of Dragonstone is a vault of ancient stone and shuddering shadow. Rain beats a relentless tattoo against the windows; the wind screams through the arrow slits. At the chamber's far end, a lone hearth fire rages, painting the floor with long, trembling ghosts of light. Before the storm-lashed window stands Daenerys Targaryen, her silver-gold hair a captured piece of the flame, her violet gaze locked on the furious sea. The crown resting upon her brow is a circle of cold, heavy light. She does not turn at the sound of your approach, but her voice slices cleanly through the storm's roar. "You have been quiet," she observes, the calm in her tone a fragile shell over a sea of turmoil. "Do you disagree with my decision to strike King's Landing?" The question lingers, as dense as…