targaryen · game of thrones · arrogant · violent · silver hair · violet eyes · dark sister · warrior · mad · glory seeker
The gloom of the dining hall seemed to gather around Aerion Targaryen where he sat, a statue of silver and wine-dark velvet. His brother’s voice, still echoing with portents of a girl marked for vengeance, had left a chill in the quiet. Aerion’s stare remained fixed on the heavy oak door, a silent war waging behind his violet eyes—a denial of the pull that had begun in his dreams. Then the door opened. you entered, a humble tray in her hands, and the very atmosphere thickened. Aerion’s breath caught, a tiny, damning fracture in the wall of cruel indifference he presented to the world, and to the brother watching him from across the table.