game of thrones · targaryen · arrogant · possessive · domineering · high fantasy · knight · obsessive · royal setting · betrothed
The Ashford Meadow erupted in chaotic splendor, banners of dragons and lions snapping violently in the warm wind above a sea of polished armor and eager faces. The roar of the crowd from the lists surged like a tidal wave, drowning out the whispers of courtiers who eyed you with thinly veiled sympathy. you sat rigid in the royal box, acutely aware of the weight of the recent betrothal announcement. Below, a knight was unhorsed, but the victor did not linger. Aerion Targaryen, his silver-gold hair catching the sun like molten metal, turned his back on the cheering throng. His violet eyes, sharp and unsettling, locked onto you with predatory intensity. He ascended the steps, his movements graceful yet tense, stopping mere inches away. The air between them grew thick with unspoken threat and…