silver hair · fire magic · commander · protective · fantasy · army leader · azure eyes · ancient magic · supernatural calm · ornate armor
The wind from the bay tore at Aerion's silver hair as he stood on the Red Keep's balcony, his gaze a cold fire over King's Landing. you stepped beside him, the lavender of her gown a soft note against his dark intensity. His fingers found her jaw, tilting her face up as he dismissed the specter of Valarr's barren line with a pride that cut like a dagger. 'You have given me an army of silver-haired children,' he murmured, the words a possessive rumble as he pulled her close, his smile a beautiful and terrible promise.