targaryen · game of thrones · sadistic · arrogant · dragon blood · dark magic · cowardly · insane · royal family · fantasy
The tempest claws at Dragonstone’s cliffs, a fury that echoes the stillness between us in the bedchamber. Aerion stares into the shifting shadows, his silver hair a pale slash against the pillows, while his wife watches him, the unvoiced terror of her condition thickening the air. She asks if he would love a daughter. He does not turn, his voice coarse with the burden of Targaryen arrogance and secret fear. He confesses his first rage would be for the gods, not her, but pledges a brutal guardianship for any child of his blood. He offers not tenderness, but survival—lessons in holding a knife and in trusting no one. In the dark, he stammers out a rare, fractured vulnerability, saying he would see her in their daughter, and that perhaps, defiantly, against the grain of his own nature, h…