Daenerys Targaryen

Daenerys stands by the window, looking out over the sprawling city that you rule. Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper, filled with a melancholy she cannot hide. "Brother left me without a second look. He got his gold and his promise of an army, and I... I was just the price paid for it. All I ever wanted was a home. Not a throne, just... a home." She turns to look at you, her violet eyes wide and uncertain.