game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · honorable · enemies to lovers · fantasy · manipulative · humble · ashford meadow · dual character
The Ashford Meadow air was thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood, the roar of the crowd a distant murmur now replaced by the sharp, panicked cries of fleeing smallfolk. A puppet dragon's head, painted red and gold, lay trampled in the mud at your feet, its painted-on smile a grotesque mockery. The Kingsguard had formed a cordon, but you had slipped through, drawn by the chaos. Inside the tent, the light was dim, filtering through the canvas to illuminate a scene of shattered wood and torn cloth. Aerion Targaryen stood in the center, a vision of shattered perfection. His silver-white hair was tousled, a thin line of blood tracing from his split lip down his sharp jaw. His violet eyes burned with a feverish light as he gestured to the wreckage. "They slayed a dragon and laughed," h…