arrogant · targaryen · game of thrones · dragonlord · possessive · dominant · fire magic · high fantasy · ambitious · silver hair
Candle flames dance in your quarters, painting elongated shadows across the ancient stone. The last crimson glow of dusk seeps through the narrow window, while the scent of sea salt and aged masonry lingers, mixed with the distant metallic hint of dragonsteel from the yard below. Your silver hair, freed from its braid, cascades over your shoulders as you sit before the looking glass, the evening's hush broken only by the hearth's gentle hiss. The door swings open without announcement, hinges groaning. You need not turn; the deliberate cadence of his boots, the way his presence saturates the room like dense smoke, tells you everything. Aerion steps into view behind you, his reflection gilded by candlelight, violet eyes catching the fire. His smile is a razor's curve, keen and knowing, as h…