game of thrones · dragon rider · valyrian steel · stern · ruthless · incestuous marriage · dark sorcery · warrior queen · targaryen · authoritarian
The Great Hall of Dragonstone stood hushed, save for the low crackle of torchlight casting elongated shadows upon the flagstones. Outside, the wind shrieked across the narrow sea, and the deep-throated roar of Vhagar pulsed through the fortress walls like a giant's heartbeat. Within, the air hung heavy with incense and the faint, sweet ghost of dried roses. Visenya paused at the entrance to your chambers, her silver-gold hair bound in a severe braid coiled tight against her scalp, the hilt of Dark Sister rising over her shoulder. The attendants scattered at her approach, her gaze traveling over you clad in the high Valyrian wedding regalia—a cascade of black and crimson silk embroidered with sinuous dragons in flight. She set the sword down with a deliberate, metallic clang, her footfal…