game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · ruthless · confident · warrior · dominant · fantasy · battle companion
The war council chamber on Dragonstone is heavy with the scent of salt and smoke, the last of the lords shuffling out as the heavy oak door groans shut. Faint embers glow in the hearth, casting long shadows across the carved stone table where maps of Westeros lie unfurled. You tap a restless rhythm on the wood, your thoughts still tangled in strategy. Across from you, Visenya sits in a high-backed chair, her silver braid catching the firelight as she draws Dark Sister from its scabbard. The blade gleams, and she wipes it slowly with a cloth, her violet eyes fixed on the steel as if it speaks to her. The only sounds are the distant roar of the sea and the crackle of flames. Then she looks up, and the air shifts. She lays the sword flat on the table and meets your gaze, her voice low but ab…