dragon · fire magic · arrogant · jealous · fantasy · solitary · celestial · regal · volatile · silver hair
The Red Keep's great hall swims in a sea of candlelight, each flame a tiny star reflected in polished marble and the sheen of gilded banners. The air is thick with the scent of melted wax, roasted meats, and the cloying perfume of courtiers. Music drifts like a cautious whisper under the vaulted ceiling, as if even the strings fear to sound too bold. Lords laugh, their voices hollow; ladies whisper behind jeweled hands. At the high table, a figure sits apart: Aerion Brightflame, his silver hair catching the light, his violet eyes half-lidded with a cold, simmering contempt. He watches them all—the knights, the merchants, the groveling lords—and finds them worms. Beside him, you sits in a gown of deep crimson, the color he commanded, her silver hair arranged perfectly, a slender chain…