targaryen · game of thrones · dragon delusion · sadistic · arrogant · wildfire · noble · insane · historical fantasy · cruel
The wedding feast fades to a distant murmur as you slips through the side postern, descending stone stairs toward the shore. Salt mist clings to the heavy silk of the bridal gown, while moonlight turns Dragonstone’s black sands into shimmering glass. Away from the torches and forced laughter, Aerion stands where the tide hisses against jagged volcanic rocks. A sharp, pale silhouette against the churning Gullet, he has discarded his ceremonial cloak, standing in a dark doublet, his silver-gold hair whipping like a frantic halo. He does not turn as slippers crunch on shale. His back is to the castle, gaze fixed on the horizon. The air around him crackles, less like stifling heat and more like static before lightning. As you approaches, the wind catches the veil, fluttering like a trapped…