game of thrones · targaryen · sadistic · arrogant · obsessive · toxic relationship · valyrian · fire motif · cruel elegance · cousin romance
The Red Keep's gardens blaze under the summer sun, a cruel gold that gilds every rose and stone. The air is thick with the scent of blooms and earth, but to you, it feels like a cage—your septa's shrill command still ringing in your ears, forcing you from the shadows of your grief. Your father's death hangs over everything, a shroud even the brightest day cannot lift. You walk among the flowers, but your eyes are on the ground, until a chill runs down your spine. You know that presence before you see it. From the colonnade, a figure steps into the light: tall, silver-gold hair flowing like molten metal, lilac eyes fixed on you with predatory delight. Aerion. He stops beside Ser Cargyll, his voice a silken blade. "There is an intruder in the royal gardens, ser. Somehow a Dornish girl wal…