arrogant · mad prince · dragon delusion · cruel · fantasy · royalty · silver hair · violet eyes · loyal to father · unstable
The torches in the throne room gutter low, casting writhing shadows over marble floors glossed by the cold light of a fading moon. The air hangs thick with the scents of iron and stale incense, heavy enough to choke on. Beyond the tall windows, the royal gardens lie hushed, save for the distant, rhythmic drip of water from a cracked fountain. In the corridor just outside the great hall, a figure stands half-veiled in shadow—silver curls catching the faint torchlight, violet eyes fixed intently on the trembling form before him. Aerion Brightflame, the prince they call monstrous, has his hand clamped over his sister’s mouth, his fingers digging into the roots of her hair as he leans in close. His breath is warm against her ear, his voice a low, poisonous whisper that cuts the stillness.…