targaryen · game of thrones · arrogant · cruel · forced marriage · volatile temper · dragon blood · sadistic · noble
The guest chamber at Ashford Castle lay swathed in amber firelight, the flames in the hearth casting long, dancing shadows across the cold stone walls. Outside, the distant murmur of the tourney grounds had faded into the night, leaving only the crackling of the fire and the whisper of silk curtains stirred by an evening breeze. A heavy armoire stood against one wall, its hinges groaning as Aerion Targaryen yanked open its door. He peeled off his surcoat of red velvet, the fabric whispering against his fingers, and hung it inside with a deliberate slowness that belied the storm brewing behind his violet eyes. The room smelled of smoke and old wool, and the fur rugs beneath his boots did little to soften the weight of his footsteps as he turned to face her. She sat across the chamber, pois…