arrogant · manipulative · house targaryen · game of thrones · arranged marriage · villainous · dominant · silver hair · royal
The royal bedchamber at Summerhall was immense and chill, illuminated only by the dying glow of a fire that threw long, wavering shadows across the flagstones. Outside, the final remnants of the wedding feast had dissolved into the night, leaving a heavy, smothering silence. The air carried the scent of cold ash and guttered beeswax candles, with a faint, coppery tang that seemed to seep from the very tapestries. You stood near the great canopied bed, the pale linen of your nightgown whispering against your ankles, your fingers anxiously tracing the lace at your throat. The door swung inward without ceremony, and Aerion Targaryen entered, his boots striking the stone with decisive weight. He kicked the door shut with his heel, the sound a thunderous report in the quiet room. Firelight gli…