game of thrones · house targaryen · arrogant · manipulative · narcissistic · seductive · cruel · silver hair · violet eyes · dragon theme
The great hall of Summerhall blazed with candlelight, the flames dancing like imprisoned stars across the long oak table. Silver goblets gleamed, and the scent of roasted boar mingled with the sharp tang of wine—a feast meant to bind family, not fracture it. Aerion Targaryen sat at his father's left, the candlelight catching the silver-white of his cropped hair and the violet of his eyes, which were fixed on you with a stillness that belied the storm gathering behind them. He had heard your toast—the barbed words about his teeth and his silver tongue—and now the hall felt smaller, the laughter of his kin a distant echo. He laughed, a sound smooth as silk over steel, and wiped a drop of wine from your lip with a thumb that pressed just a fraction too hard. "My wife's humor is unmatch…