Is your muse difficult to ship with?

In her Canon verse, yes, very difficult. Her being a Queen puts up a lot of barriers to romance that few people are willing to try to overcome. There’s this impression that if one character has intrinsic power, then they must drive everything, do everything, take charge in every situation. But that’s never been Daenerys. In private, she wants her partner to take charge, she wants to be taken care of. In practice, that rarely happens and it doesn’t help that I ship her with non-standard characters.

Does your muse get jealous easily?

Yes. Daenerys is all about loyalty. She will overlook nearly everything else (except hurting innocents) if someone is loyal to her.

Do you get jealous of your partners other ships?

Not bad not everyone shares that thought such as *cough* the Kardashians *cough*

“Accepting a new father….one that will notices me.”

      SHE CIRCLES.  round and round she goes, bat relaxed along her shoulder.  circling like a hawk.  trying to piece together what’s so peculiar.   ❛  what’s your story, handsome?  ❜  she inquires flat out.  an aura of mischief, only that wasn’t all  --- there’s an evil behind those eyes that intrigues.   ❛  whatever ya wanna tell me my lips’re sealed.  doctor, patient confidentiality && all that.  ❜

❝I made a promise….that they would all burn….Now the world is OURS.❞

Uncurling your arms from behind your back, you walked back over to your desk and picked up a file before turning to regard the presences of the other. And passed over the file that had all their information inside. Stamped with your approval on their access to sanctuary.

❝And sanctuary’s ours too.❞

      the sound of those words lead the smirk to prep right up on her glossy covered lips. michael was true to his promise, he delivered and the apocalypse had rained down on the world. the few survivors were either affected by the radioactivity or slowly dying out there with starvation. but her plants were still alive back at the sanctuary. it made her heart ACHE when she had to choose to kill all others for the greater good... but not all was lost. approaching him, she rested her hands on his chest.

      ❝ nothing makes me happier than that. ❞ her eyes sparkled almost. ❝ my plants will grow BEAUTIFULLY here... with no one unwanted to disturb us. ❞

    “ -- my son. ” Soft voice carries in the empty room, eyes never leaving his face. A hand reaches up and she trails fingertips against his cheek, taking in all that she could of the boy. This was Michael. She had been watching from afar and now he was here, in front of her. She had been waiting for him. She was ... proud. From the things she has seen of him, he is worth more than anything on this earth. Of course he would be -- he’s hers.