❝ i’m aware of your reputation. ❞ from @hakune.
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃. but with the breeze that enamours her, frostbite latches upon her skin. perhaps, it is the winter tone that spills into the air ––– accompanying the accusation that escapes his lips. so many whispers had spread through the realm at the lions claws in which belong to cersei lannister, that she is unsure of which poison the young wolf speaks of. foreign invader, daughter to the mad king who had returned to westeros to finish his work. but what daenerys stormborn does not consider are the tales in which she had written ... stories of hatching dragons, liberating slaves, assembling two armies and bringing them across the narrow sea. instead, castle walls are fortified ––– trebuchets are readied in the form of words as reptilian tongue twists, thick brows furrowed together in anguish.
❝ ––– allow me to guess. how i have sailed for westeros to burn kingdoms to the ground, to turn cities to ash and lay waste to those once lived beneath my fathers rule. ❞ words are wind, she reminds herself once more and then she realises that hers have escaped in a venomous tone. it is as deadly as the tongue her father once might have spken in and with the infliction her mind gives, the silver haired queen turns away. hers is the blood of the dragon, feelings set aflame in a moment of weakness. but as amethyst hues find themselves lost within seas of sapphire once more, she shakes her head and gives a sigh. ❝ i swear this to you robb stark, i am none of those things. i am not and will not become my father. ❞
