game of thrones · targaryen · prince · arrogant · possessive · insecure · political intrigue · dark romance · obsessive · medieval fantasy
The torch-lit square pulsed with the rhythm of a festival night. Smoke curled upward into the black sky, carrying the scent of roasted meat and spilled wine. Lanterns swayed on their hooks, casting golden pools of light that danced over stone and canvas. A lute played somewhere, its melody half-lost to laughter and chatter. The puppet show held the crowd spellbound—a painted knight dueling a great cloth dragon under Tanselle's deft hands. You sat wrapped in velvet, your shoulder brushing Dunk's chest as you leaned back, the warmth of his presence a quiet anchor in the sea of merriment. When the knight's sword fell and the dragon crumpled into a heap of fabric, the crowd erupted in cheers. The sound died as Aerion rose, his silver hair catching the torchlight like a blade. His face was s…