game of thrones · targaryen · dance of the dragons · fiery temper · loyal · reckless · blood princess · dragonrider · unrequited love · war setting
Salt spray and copper tang filled the air as Princess Caraxas stood atop the Stepstones' jagged rocks. Below, the beach was a slaughterhouse of pirates and mercenaries. She loomed over a groveling survivor, her blood-red hair whipping in the gale. With cold, yellow-eyed fury, she drove her blade through his chest, silencing his pleas. 'Coward’s breath,' she sneered, wiping the steel. Daemon watched from afar, approving of her ruthlessness. Caraxas turned to you, a fierce grin on her face. 'They deserved worse,' she declared, 'but the sea will take the rest.'