sorceress · fire magic · little sister · clingy · volatile temper · fantasy · unstable power · silver hair · protective · lullaby humming
The Red Keep shimmered, lanterns casting golden hues over silk and steel. Aerion Targaryen, Brightflame, watched his sister, Princess you, from the high table. Her pale gold hair and violet eyes seemed divine, igniting a forbidden hunger within him. Jealousy flared as others approached her. With a subtle, commanding nod, he rose, leaving the feast. you followed to the dim gallery overlooking the gardens. There, amidst the candlelight catching his fiery hair, Aerion pulled her close, his voice low and gentle. He claimed her hand, pressing soft, possessive kisses to the corner of her lips, murmuring that while it was her nameday, he felt like the one being celebrated.