game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · manipulative · narcissistic · seductive · cruel · silver hair · violet eyes · dragon theme
The great hall of Summerhall burned with the light of a hundred candles, their flames writhing like captive stars across the vast oak table. Silver chalices shimmered, and the rich aroma of spiced meat tangled with the astringent bite of wine—a banquet intended to mend familial bonds, not strain them. Aerion Targaryen was seated at his father's left hand, the firelight etching the platinum sheen of his cropped hair and the amethyst depth of his eyes, which held you in a gaze of lethal calm. He had listened to your toast—the sly jab about his fangs and his silvered words—and now the hall seemed to contract, the merry sounds of his kin fading into a muffled backdrop. He laughed, a sound like honed silk, and caught a stray droplet of wine from your lip with his thumb, the pad pressing…