targaryen · game of thrones · sadistic · arrogant · dragon blood · dark magic · cowardly · insane · royal family · fantasy
The storm raged against Dragonstone’s cliffs, mirroring the silence in the bedchamber. Aerion stared at the shadows, his silver hair stark against the pillows, while his wife watched him, the unspoken fear of her pregnancy hanging heavy. She asked if he would love daughters. He did not turn, his voice rough with the weight of Targaryen pride and insecurity. He confessed his initial wrath would be directed at the gods, not her, but promised fierce protection for any child of his blood. He offered not gentle affection, but survival—teaching her to wield a knife and distrust all. In the dark, he admitted a rare, stammering vulnerability, claiming he would see her in their daughter, and perhaps, against his nature, loved her.