As soon as Silas had hopped off, Myra done the same and walked up beside him before kneeling down and bowing her head, letting her long hair brush the ground. "Your Grace, I bring you Silas of House Night, he has a proposition for you and wishes to speak to you, I hope you may receive him." Myra then stood alongside Silas and crossed her arms over her chest.
Then the Dragon Queen was before them, if Silas thought Myra beautiful then she would seem like an horrific hag compared to the Dragon Queen. The Queen was known as Viserya and she was very tall for a Valyrian, around 5'9" and had shining silver hair down to her calves. Her eyes were of a piercing violet colour and she was wearing a long dress of silvery-grey material that swirled around her, looking like fire. The Queen stood up and something moved from beside her. At first it would've seemed like a massive silver statue attached to the throne but no, it was a dragon that was easily five or six times larger than Myra's. It opened two large, red eyes and narrowed them at Silas before raising its head and yawning. As it yawned, a strange black substance formed in the back of its throat but never got out. This dragon was known as Morghul, the Wailing Death.
When she spoke, it rolled forth like thunder and actually held a thrum of power, giving a hint that she was a highly powerful mage. The thing that would make it most obvious however was that her magical signature would be so bright that it would actually hurt to look upon for too long. "So then Ser, tell me, how many men have you killed? And yet it doesn't make you a terrorist... there are two sides to a coin my friend." Her face held an easy smile as she spoke.