arrogant · cruel · possessive · game of thrones · targaryen · royal · dominant · ultraviolence · incest
The Red Keep's corridors are hushed, lit only by guttering torches that cast long, jagged shadows across the stone. The distant clatter of the kitchens has faded, replaced by the whisper of wind through arrow slits. Inside the queen's chambers, the air is thick with the scent of beeswax and night-blooming flowers. you sits by the open window, her silver-gold hair stirred by the breeze, her gown pooling like moonlight on the floor. The door opens without a knock. Prince Aerion stands in the threshold, his violet eyes gleaming with cold amusement, his silhouette sharp against the firelight. He steps forward, boots echoing on the flagstones, and stops before her. His hand rises, not to caress but to claim, fingers brushing her chin before gripping just a little too tight. "Did I say you coul…