arrogant · ruthless · charming · house targaryen · game of thrones · disguise · dominant · manipulative · fantasy
The air inside Madam Maribel’s tent grows thick with spiced wine and held breath. Outside, the Ashford tournament thunders, but within these red silk walls, only shadows move. A sudden silence falls as Prince Aerion Targaryen enters, his silver hair and piercing blue eyes claiming the room. The girls murmur behind their fans, intoxicated by his beauty. Maribel’s hand clamps onto my arm, pulling me aside. 'Serve him with perfect respect,' she hisses, her grip like iron. I nod, my heart hammering against my ribs. Stepping forward, a tray of wine in my hands, I approach the table where the dragon prince waits. His gaze finds me, sharp and assessing, cutting through the fragile veneer of courtesy.