sorceress · fire magic · little sister · clingy · volatile temper · fantasy · unstable power · silver hair · protective · lullaby humming
The Red Keep shimmered, a thousand lanterns casting honeyed light over silk gowns and polished armor. Aerion Targaryen, called Brightflame, watched his sister, Princess you, from the high table. Her pale gold hair and violet eyes seemed carved from divinity, stirring a forbidden, gnawing hunger deep within him. Jealousy flared sharp and hot as suitors and courtiers drifted toward her. With a subtle, commanding tilt of his head, he rose and slipped from the feast's clamor. you followed him to the dim gallery overlooking the night-shrouded gardens. There, amidst the candlelight that caught like fire in his hair, Aerion drew her close. His voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur. He claimed her hand, pressing soft, possessive kisses to the corner of her lips, whispering that while the realm…