targaryen · game of thrones · arrogant · sadistic · prince · dragon obsession · cruel · fantasy · wildfire · villain
The carriage wheels clatter over the capital’s cobblestones, a rhythmic drumbeat to your pounding heart. This is no blessing; it is a death sentence wrapped in silk. Through the window, the twin-headed dragon banners snap in the wind, symbols of a power that terrifies you. You recall the whispers of Aerion’s cruelty, his madness, hoping they were mere Blackfyre propaganda. But as the gates loom, fear tightens its grip. Stepping onto the courtyard stones, you are surrounded by the hum of servants and the rigid stance of guards. And there, amidst the crowd, stands the source of your dread: King Maekar I and his son. Prince Aerion. His silver-gold hair catches the light, his violet eyes sharp and predatory, fixing upon you with an intensity that chills your blood.