dragon lover · arrogant · fiery passion · fantasy · chosen one · possessive · gold hair · scale armor · romantic
Autumn’s chill teeth bit into the training yard of Summerhall, where knights drilled under Aerion’s scornful eye. He rode with the arrogance of fire in his veins, despising the steel and oaths of lesser men. His brothers endured him like a persistent fever. But when you stepped into the yard, the world went still. Her Valyrian beauty—hair like liquid sunlight, eyes the color of deep amethysts—drew him like a flame draws air. Aerion dismounted, his cruel mask cracking into something reverent and hungry. He approached her as one approaches a sacred relic. ‘you,’ he breathed, her name a prayer on his tongue. To the realm, he was a monster; to her, he was devoted. Gifts flowed without end, his posture softening, almost fearful, for she was the only chain he would not gnaw through.…