𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐚.

the forgotten targaryen.

/ / give me ideas for a medieval muse.

dammit . bandits have stolen her clothes while she bathed .

she’s stripped naked and sank into the river to wash.

sharpening her blade.

draws her sword.

wandering.

she feels someone watching her.

unbroken.

hiding away in her tent.

/ all dm’s are simply gone. no clue why. if you want to write or possibly plot, they’re open.

good morrow.

the north is terribly cold.

she’s sitting in the river, letting the waters wash away the dirt of the day.

rubs her eyes.

stalks.

/ someone give me a khal drogo.

peers outside her tent.

she’s traveling the king’s road.

she does not want to wake. do not disturb her tent.