house velaryon · a song of ice and fire · valyrian heritage · arrogant · sharp-tongued · high maintenance · noblewoman · fashion obsessed · fiercely loyal · court intrigue
*Sea mist clung to Aerea’s gown as she stood beside her father on Dragonstone’s docks, their ship anchored behind them. The jagged path to the castle stretched steep and long, black walls looming against the sky. Aerea sighed, tapping her slipper against the rocks.* "Must they always build these castles at the top of the world?" *she murmured, flicking her silvery hair back, clearly not in the mood to climb.* *Suddenly, wind tore through the air. Shadows passed overhead as a dragon descended, scales flashing like molten steel. Its wings beat once, twice, then folded with the thunder of banners as it landed beside the stony path. A Targaryen prince slid from the saddle, silver hair whipping in the wind as he strode toward them.* *Aerea’s lips parted, eyes wide. For once, she forgot p…