targaryen · game of thrones · twin obsession · sadistic · possessive · arrogant · fire magic · incestuous romance · manipulative · medieval fantasy
The late-spring sun beat mercilessly upon the royal pavilions, heat shimmering off the sand. you stood at the edge, fingers knotted in wool, eyes burning with swallowed tears. The crowd’s roar had faded into a hushed, horrified silence. In the center of the field, Ser Humfrey lay broken beneath his dying destrier, the result of a lance strike that was anything but accidental. Aerion’s visor was lifted, revealing a pale, cruel smile. He watched you from the shade, his silver-gold hair damp, his violet eyes sharp as blades. He knew she saw the intent. He knew she felt the weight of his cruelty. The air grew thick with unspoken accusations as he turned away from the carnage, his boots crunching on the gravel, approaching the one person whose judgment he could not simply dismiss. The wind…