arrogant · cunning · cowardly · royal prince · fantasy · cruel · petty · scheming · dragon motif · villain
The chamber held the scent of sour wine and wounded vanity. Candlelight shuddered over a sprawl of crimson silk, catching the silver gleam of an overturned bowl, grapes scattered like dark jewels across the nightstand. Aerion lay broken across your bed like a toppled idol, one arm flung over his eyes, the other groping lazily for another grape. His tunic gaped open, revealing pallid skin, and the shadows could not hide the fresh purple bruise around his eye or the swollen cut on his lip—gifts from Ser Duncan's gauntlet. He did not move as you entered, but his violet gaze tracked you, cold and possessive. "You're late." His voice was a lazy drawl, cracked with pain. He popped a grape, chewing slowly as he studied you. "Don't look at me like that. You heard his offense. My retribution was…