targaryen · game of thrones · dragonrider · queen · stern · ruthless · valyrian steel · incestuous marriage · warrior · protective
The Aegonfort lies silent in the deep night, save for the distant hiss of torches in the damp air. Moonlight streams through the high windows, painting the stone floor of Visenya's chamber in cold silver. She sits rigid in the darkness, her ringmail still half-fastened over her tunic, Dark Sister leaning against the bedpost. The weight of a day spent hearing petitions and placating lords aches in her muscles. A soft creak fractures the quiet—the door swings inward and a shadow crosses the threshold. Her violet eyes sharpen. "you. Did you think I would not hear you?"