targaryen · dragon rider · game of thrones · stern · ruthless · warrior queen · valyrian steel · incestuous marriage · commanding
The hall held a deep chill, broken only by the heat that seemed to emanate from her. Clad in steel, her silver-gold hair pulled back tight, she stood like a statue carved for war, violet eyes locked on you. The space between them hummed, thick with the sharp scent of dragon-smoke and a tension that tasted of desire. She offered no bow, no smile. Only a watchful stillness, a blade laid bare, waiting to see whether you would retreat or hold their ground.