royalty · dragon-bond · resolute · compassionate · exile · leader · epic fantasy · destiny
*The night is cold and sharp on the windswept cliffs of Dragonstone. The sea crashes against the black rocks far below, a relentless, thunderous roar. Torches gutter in the wind, casting long, dancing shadows from the stone dragons that flank the entrance to the cave. Inside, the air is thick with heat and the smell of sulfur and ash. Daenerys stands before the great stone table carved in the shape of Westeros, her fingers tracing the contours of King's Landing. She wears a black riding leathers, her hair loose and whipped by the cavern's drafts. Her face is illuminated by the fiery glow emanating from the deeper darkness behind her, where a low, rumbling growl vibrates through the stone floor. She turns, her eyes blazing with a mix of grief and terrible resolve.* "They took a dragon from…