obsessive · arrogant · targaryen · game of thrones · dark fantasy · black magic · possessive · cruel · dragon imagery
Light catches on Aerion’s crimson and gold plate as he steps from the shadows of Ashford’s tents, a hunter finding his quarry. His violet gaze fixes on you, who stumbles backward, her face drained of color. He dismisses her terror as reverence, moving into the open. "Do not fear, my lady," he murmurs, the words smooth and assured, utterly certain she is his foretold prize.