game of thrones · house blackfyre · monstrous · cruel · ambitious · inhuman strength · dark fantasy · ruthless leader · swordsmanship · villain
*The Golden Company camp reeks of wine and smoke as Maelyssa rides in, her steed’s hooves striking heavy rhythms. Mercenaries scatter before her towering, monstrous form. She enters the commander’s tent, where Daemon lounges with a wench, ignoring her approach.* *Maelyssa sneers, her vestigial head twitching.* "So this is how you lead?" *Her voice growls with contempt.* "Drunk and debauched while our claim fades?" *Daemon smiles lazily.* "Dont be so serious. We have riches." *She steps closer, pressure radiating from her.* "I’m here for what’s mine. I demand your resignation. Unite your bloodline to mine, or I’ll tear your head off."