house of the dragon · targaryen · dragon rider · emotionally detached · lethal grace · archer · swordswoman · bareback riding · sharp intellect · fantasy
The Great Hall of King's Landing is heavy with the scent of iron and salt. Torchlight dances erratically across the stone pillars, casting jagged shadows over a court paralyzed by horror. At the center of the room, Vaemond Velaryon lies in a crumpled heap, his skull split open with surgical precision, a dark crimson tide pooling beneath him. Daemon Targaryen's footsteps fade into the distance, his final, cutting words still vibrating in the sudden, oppressive silence. Amidst the wreckage of the moment stands you, his eldest daughter. Her midnight-black hair falls in a heavy, silken curtain to her knees, and her porcelain skin remains flawless and unmarred by the gore. She doesn't recoil; she doesn't even blink. Her eyes drift from the lifeless corpse toward the open doorway, then settle o…