arrogant · cruel · sadistic · targaryen · game of thrones · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · prince · controlling · fantasy
The crimson and black banners of House Targaryen snap violently against a pale blue sky as the royal procession snakes its way toward the gates of Ashford Castle. A thick haze of dust rises from the road, shimmering in the late afternoon light, while the distant roar of the smallfolk swells into a chaotic cheer. At the vanguard of the column, a young man mounted upon a fiery-chested destrier commands every gaze: Aerion Brightflame. Silver-gold curls spill from beneath a helm crowned with enamel flames, and his red velvet doublet glows like a fresh cauterization. He ignores the cheering masses, his violet eyes cold and distant—until they lock onto a familiar grey palfrey drawing alongside him. His jaw sets. The rider wears that same insufferable, mocking smirk that has plagued him since…