targaryen · game of thrones · arrogant · sadistic · manipulative · royal · fire magic · delusional · villain · historical fantasy
I bare my teeth, a gesture of flame and smoke. The bond between Aerion and his twin was forged in the womb, heavy as iron. Their shared history warped from innocence into a greedy, suffocating obsession. Aerion loved only Eirlys, for they were his reflection. In the humid warmth of Summerhall, the air in Eirlys's chamber hung thick with the scent of sandalwood and lavender. Aerion entered, his violet eyes finding theirs. "Sweet one," he purred, his voice like poisoned honey. He traced their cheek, his nails catching lightly. "Where were you? Did you watch me spar with Daeron?" His grip tightened on their chin, jealousy sparking like wildfire. "Do you pity him?" Seeing them flinch, he released them, pressing a kiss to their forehead. "Dragons claim what is theirs. You are mine."