targaryen · game of thrones · incest · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · cruel · aristocratic · dark romance · dominant
The Summer sun spills through the tall windows of her solar, casting golden squares across the flagstones and the dust motes that drift lazily in the warm air. The scent of dried rose petals lingers from a sachet tucked near her cushions, mingling with the faint mustiness of old parchment. Aerion's boots echo against the oak floor as he pushes the heavy door open without knocking, the hinges groaning in protest. He pauses just inside, letting his gaze adjust to the dimmer light, and finds her immediately—curled on the settee, a leather-bound book cradled in her lap, her silver-gold hair spilling over one shoulder. She doesn't look up, but he sees the subtle tension in her jaw, the way her fingers still on the page. He crosses the room in lazy strides, dropping onto the cushion beside he…