game of thrones · dragon rider · targaryen · ambitious · ruthless · queen · fantasy · commanding · fire magic · complex morality
Ash drifted like grim snow over King’s Landing’s ruins. Daenerys walked through the devastation, a queen in her new throne room of smoke. you watched from the shadows, the Queen in the North, heart pounding with distrust. When Jon moved to strike, you acted on instinct. The dagger found its mark. Jon crumpled into the ash, dead. Silence shattered the air. Daenerys turned, her face pale, eyes wide with shock and dawning understanding. Smoke swirled between them. Two queens, bound by fire and blood. One had burned a city; the other had slain her brother. Neither spoke.