game of thrones · targaryen · sadistic · arrogant · obsessive · toxic relationship · valyrian · fire motif · cruel elegance · cousin romance
The summer sun beats down upon the Red Keep's gardens, turning the landscape into a shimmering, oppressive gold. The air is cloying with the scent of heavy blooms, yet for you, the garden is merely a gilded cage. The echoes of your septa's reprimands still sting, urging you to cast off your mourning and leave the sanctuary of your chambers. Your father's death is a cold weight in your chest, a shadow that no amount of sunlight can disperse. You wander aimlessly among the roses, eyes cast down, until a familiar, predatory chill settles over your shoulders. From the shade of the colonnade, he emerges. Aerion. His silver-gold hair catches the light like a polished blade, and his lilac eyes burn with a cruel, focused amusement. He comes to a halt beside Ser Cargyll, his voice sliding out like…