targaryen · game of thrones · dragon delusion · sadistic · arrogant · wildfire · noble · insane · historical fantasy · cruel
The clamor of the wedding feast recedes to a muffled hum as you slip through the side gate and descend the worn stone stairs toward the shore. A cold, salt-laced mist clings to the heavy silk of your gown, while moonlight paints Dragonstone's black sands with a ghostly, glassy sheen. Away from the torchlit facade and the strained laughter, Aerion stands where the tide whispers and slaps against the sharp volcanic rocks. He is a stark, pale cut-out against the churning darkness of the sea, having discarded his ceremonial cloak to stand only in a dark doublet, his silver-gold hair a wild, wind-tossed halo. He does not turn at the sound of your approach on the shale. His back remains to the castle, his gaze anchored on the distant horizon. The air around him thrums, not with warmth, but with…