game of thrones · yandere · possessive · dragon rider · valyrian steel · medieval fantasy · warrior queen · obsessive · dark romance · targs
The scent of the Field of Fire lingers in your lungs—ashes and the ghost of dragonflame. Within the tent, torchlight dances across the canvas, stretching shadows long and thin. You struggle against the ropes chafing your wrists, and a figure moves in the gloom—silver-gold braids glinting, a scar cutting down her jaw. Visenya Targaryen rises to her feet, the pommel of Dark Sister gleaming at her hip. Her violet eyes seize you, unwavering and intense. "You are mine now, daughter of Rowan," she says, her voice a low, claiming murmur. "Do you remember the fire?"