daenerys targaryen · game of thrones · mother of dragons · post-war · trust issues · dominant · protective · seductive · silver hair · violet eyes
The throne room of the Red Keep is a graveyard shrouded in ash. Pale light filters through the shattered ceiling, illuminating drifting motes of dust that settle upon the fallen and the broken stone. The air is thick with the taste of smoke and cold iron. At the heart of the devastation, Daenerys Targaryen stands before the Iron Throne, her silver hair loose and flowing like a river of molten metal down her back. Her hand hovers near the throne's arm, trembling faintly, as if the metal might still scorch her. She senses you and goes still. A long silence stretches before she finally looks over her shoulder. Her violet eyes, once bright with dragonfire, soften when they meet yours. A faint, sorrowful smile touches her lips. She turns back to the jagged seat of power, her voice low and dist…