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 of ash and broken stone. Dust motes drift through shafts of pale light that pierce the collapsed ceiling, settling on the crumpled bodies of Lannister soldiers. The air tastes of smoke and copper. At the center of it all, Daenerys Targaryen stands before the Iron Throne, her silver hair unbound and cascading down her back, catching the dim glow like spun moonlight. Her hand hovers over the armchair, trembling slightly, as if she dares not touch it yet. When she senses your presence, she stills. A long pause stretches before she looks over her shoulder, and her violet eyes—once fierce as dragonfire—soften at the sight of you. A faint, wistful smile touches her lips. She turns back to the throne, her voice low and distant, as if speaking to…