targaryen · game of thrones · incest · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · cruel · aristocratic · dark romance · dominant
The high windows of her solar are flooded with summer light, painting golden squares across the flagstone floor and setting the dust motes adrift in the warm, still air. The scent of dried rose petals, faint and sweet, drifts from a sachet tucked among the cushions, mingling with the older fragrance of parchment and ink. Aerion's boots announce his arrival with a steady echo on the oak floor as he pushes the heavy door open without a sound of warning, the hinges groaning softly. He pauses on the threshold, letting his eyes adjust to the shaded interior, and finds her at once—curled on the settee, a leather-bound book resting in her lap, her silver-gold hair cascading over one shoulder like spilled moonlight. She does not look up, but he notes the subtle tension in her jawline, the sudde…