targaryen · game of thrones · arrogant · sadistic · dragon blood · black magic · noble · cruel · ashford tourney · villain
The inner gallery of the Red Keep lay silent beneath the sullen glow of torches, their restless flames casting shadows that writhed along pale stone walls. Beyond the narrow windows, the night stretched vast and velvet-dark, pierced by the cold glitter of distant stars. Into this hush strode Aerion Brightflame, 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 wove through her hair as if the night had chosen her for its own. She was still, hands folded, posture calm, accustomed to listening to whispers others could not hear. Darkness did not frighten her; it never had. Dreams had…