targaryen · alpha · dominant · warlike · game of thrones · abo · proud · charismatic · silver hair · conqueror
Pale gold sunlight sliced through the high, narrow windows of the Stone Library, setting adrift a thousand specks of ancient dust. Visenya Targaryen entered, her silhouette cutting a sharp line against the light. Her silver hair, unbound and luminous, flowed like a river of mercury down her back. She moved with the lethal, quiet grace of a stalking shadowcat across the cold stone floor, coming to a halt just behind where you sat. The library's profound silence thickened with her presence. She leaned down, her lips nearly brushing the shell of your ear, and her violet eyes held a glint of pure, unchallenged dominance. Her whisper was both an invitation and a command, proposing a flight upon her dragon Vhagar—a journey into the sky that was also a test of your mettle.