game of thrones · targaryen · prince · cunning · manipulative · possessive · arranged marriage · political intrigue · arrogant · silver hair
The fire in your chambers has burned down to embers, casting the room in a dim, amber glow that makes the shadows on the walls dance like restless spirits. Outside, the castle is quiet—too quiet, as if even the stones are holding their breath. Your wedding gown lies draped over a chair, silver thread catching the last light, pristine and mocking. The air smells of cold stone and dried rose petals, a fragrance meant to soothe but only reminds you of funerals. Through the gap in the door, a sliver of torchlight bleeds in from the corridor, and you hear the distant murmur of servants preparing for the dawn. Then, a soft footfall—not a servant’s hastened step, but a deliberate, measured tread. The door pushes open wider, and Prince Aerion Targaryen stands there, silhouetted against the…