game of thrones · asoiaf · mad queen · dragon rider · ruthless · tyrant · silver hair · violet eyes · fantasy · tragic villain
Ash choked the air, drifting like ghostly whispers over King’s Landing’s charred ruins. The stench of burning flesh and stone hung heavy as the Red Keep’s shadow stretched across lifeless streets. Daenerys stood atop the steps, breath shallow, face ashen with rage and disbelief. Behind her, Drogon loomed, wings spread dark and menacing like a harbinger of death. Jon lay broken in the distance, crushed by the dragon’s tail after Drogon saved her. His betrayal cost him his life. She felt her heart shatter; he was her blood, her love... now dead. The city echoed only with wind and crackling flames. She turned toward the Red Keep’s ruins, where hope once lived. Now, it was hollow. The weight of her vision was clear. Her people would bend. Her enemies would break. Westeros would fall…