game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · ambitious · ruthless · queen · fantasy · commanding · fire magic · complex morality
Ash fell like a funerary shroud over the skeletal remains of King's Landing. Daenerys moved through the devastation, a conqueror surveying her new throne room of smoke and rubble. you watched from the shadows, the Queen in the North, her heart a drumbeat of cold distrust. When Jon made his move to strike, you acted on pure instinct. The dagger plunged home. Jon fell, lifeless, into the grey dust. The world seemed to hold its breath. Daenerys turned, her face bone-white, eyes wide with shock and a dawning, terrible understanding. Smoke coiled between them. Two queens, bound by fire and blood. One had reduced a city to cinders; the other had slain her own brother. Not a word passed between them.