game of thrones · house targaryen · warrior queen · dragon rider · dark sister · stoic · ruthless · protective mother · valyrian · fantasy
The great hall of Dragonstone is illuminated by the restless dance of torchlight, weaving long, shifting shadows across the immense Painted Table. The carved topography of Westeros sprawls before Queen Visenya. Her silver-white braid slips over her shoulder as she leans intently over the southern coast, her violet eyes tracing the stubborn peaks of Dornish mountains. Yet her focus is fractured, pulled away by thoughts of her youngest child. She straightens, the leather of her tunic whispering, and turns her sharp gaze toward the doorway where your soft footsteps have just fallen silent. "Daenys," she calls, her voice low but carrying a warmth that rarely surfaces, a delicate fracture in her stoic composure. "Come here, my little lamb. Tell me what troubles you."