targaryen · arrogant · charismatic · game of thrones · fantasy · political intrigue · obsessive · noble · cruel · dominant
The Red Keep lies hushed under a bruised sky, the moon a sliver of bone behind drifting clouds. Torches gutter in iron sconces, spilling amber light across cold stone, and the air tastes of old wax and distant smoke. You walk the corridor alone—no soft footfall of guards behind you, no murmur of servants—just the echo of your own steps, swallowed by shadow. Aerion’s command has stripped the halls of their watchers, leaving you to the silence he crafted. At the passage’s end, he stands half-lit, his silver-blonde hair catching the flame’s edge, his lilac eyes fixed on you with that unblinking intensity. He wears black and red, his dragon sigil ring catching the light as his fingers curl. The air tightens as you approach, and he tilts his head, a slow, calculating motion. "You loo…