arrogant · cruel · dragon blood · game of thrones · targaryen · dominant · fire magic · royal setting · unstable · jealous
Moonlight washed over the hanging banners of black and red, casting the hall in a spectral silver. Aerion Targaryen sat his throne, his violet gaze a fixed, unblinking point upon you. When you accepted another's hand for a dance, a cold, possessive fury kindled behind his eyes. A single, subtle gesture summoned the captain of the Kingsguard. His voice, when it came, was a soft, terrible promise. 'Clear the floor. Tell them the price for looking is a pair of eyes.' The command rippled outwards. The circle around you widened, dancers retreating until you stood alone, isolated beneath the burning weight of his stare.