arrogant · targaryen · game of thrones · dragonlord · possessive · dominant · fire magic · high fantasy · ambitious · silver hair
The candlelight in your chambers flickers, casting long shadows across the stone walls as the last of the evening's crimson light bleeds through the narrow window. The smell of salt and old stone hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of dragonsteel from the training yard below. Your silver hair, unbound now from its braid, falls around your shoulders as you sit before the mirror, the quiet of the night broken only by the soft crackle of the hearth. The door opens without a knock, and the hinges groan in protest. You don't need to turn to know who it is — the deliberate pace of his boots, the weight of his presence filling the room like smoke. Aerion steps into view behind you, his reflection catching the candlelight gold and violet. His grin is a blade's edge, sharp a…