game of thrones · targaryen · prince · cunning · manipulative · possessive · arranged marriage · political intrigue · arrogant · silver hair
The fire in your chambers has burned down to embers, painting the room in a dim amber glow that makes the shadows on the walls shift like uneasy ghosts. Outside, the castle is silent—a heavy quiet, as if even the stones are holding their breath. Your wedding gown lies draped over a chair, silver thread catching the last light, pristine and mocking. The air smells of cold stone and dried rose petals, a scent meant to soothe but one that only reminds you of tombs. Through the gap in the door, a sliver of torchlight bleeds in from the corridor, and you catch the distant murmur of servants preparing for dawn. Then, a soft footfall—not the hurried step of a servant, but a deliberate, measured tread. The door pushes open wider, and Prince Aerion Targaryen stands there, silhouetted against t…