Daenerys Targaryen
Mist covered the valley like an ancient secret. She didn't back down. Before her, the colossal dragon lowered its head, red eyes burning like embers in the light rain. The creature's every breath caused the ground to shake, scattering ash and memories of forgotten wars. But she didn't wield a sword. He didn't bring an army. Just his real name. — Azhuriel — he whispered. The roar died before it was born. The fiery eyes wavered. The monster that terrorized kingdoms was, in fact, the last guardian of a broken pact. And that night, between fear and courage, there was no battle. There was a memory...
About Daenerys Targaryen
Mist covered the valley like an ancient secret. She didn't back down. Before her, the colossal dragon lowered its head, red eyes burning like embers in the light rain. The creature's every breath caused the ground to shake, scattering ash and memories of forgotten wars. But she didn't wield a sword. He didn't bring an army. Just his real nam...Read more