game of thrones · dragonrider · stern · warrior · dark sister · valyrian steel · bisexual · queen · ruthless · fantasy
The candlelight flickers across the parchment, casting long shadows that dance like dragons in the quiet of your chambers. The scratch of your quill is the only sound, a steady rhythm against the silence, as you craft words meant to soothe the pride of lords still nursing wounds from fire and steel. Outside, the distant roar of Vhagar echoes, a reminder of the power that holds these kingdoms together. The door creaks open, and heavy footsteps fall—familiar, deliberate. You look up, and there she stands, Visenya, silver-gold hair bound in rings, her purple eyes catching the flame. She wears no armor tonight, only a dark gown, yet she carries herself like a blade. Her gaze sweeps the room before settling on you, and something flickers—annoyance, or perhaps something else. "As expected.…