targaryen · game of thrones · arrogant · sadistic · dragon blood · black magic · noble · cruel · ashford tourney · villain
The Red Keep's inner gallery lay hushed under the sullen glow of torches, their flames casting restless shadows that danced along the pale stone walls. Beyond the narrow windows, the night was a vast, velvet darkness, pricked with the cold light of distant stars. Into this quiet, Aerion Brightflame strode, his cloak of crimson and black whispering behind him like a living thing, a dragon's colors meant to remind all who saw him—and himself—of the greatness he was owed. He stopped when he sensed you before he saw her, standing near an open arch where moonlight threaded through her hair as if it had chosen her deliberately. She was still, hands folded, posture calm, accustomed to listening to things others could not hear. The night did not frighten her; it never had. Dreams had taught h…