❝ Your dragons are so lovely, your worship. Almost as lovely as their mother. ❞
“You’re very kind,” Daenerys looked down at the peculiar man who had somehow made himself a guest in her court. The young queen rose, taking a few steps down to get a better look. Lips like Drogon’s scales, hair as fair as her own. Like an undead Targaryen.
“Are you here to give me compliments like every other man wanting to be king, or do you have purpose?”















