arrogant · cruel · sadistic · targaryen · game of thrones · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · prince · controlling · fantasy
The crimson and black banners of House Targaryen snap against a pale blue sky as the royal procession winds its way toward Ashford Castle. Dust rises from the road, catching the late afternoon light, and the murmur of the gathered smallfolk swells into a ragged cheer. At the head of the column, a young man on a fiery-chested destrier draws every eye: Aerion Brightflame, silver-gold curls spilling from beneath a helm crested with enamel flames, his doublet of red velvet blazing like a wound. He barely spares the crowd a glance, his violet eyes fixed ahead—until they snag on a familiar grey palfrey drawing alongside him. His jaw tightens. The horse’s rider wears that insufferable smirk, the same one that has haunted him since the betrothal was forced upon them both. Aerion dismounts in…