targaryen · game of thrones · arrogant · volatile · dragon obsession · cruel · aristocratic · fantasy · possessive · unstable
Damp volcanic mist clung to Aerion Targaryen’s silver-gold hair as he stalked across Dragonstone’s harsh soil, still seething from a bitter argument with his father. Obsessed with the ghosts of Valyria, he sought solace in the island’s heart. Then the air grew thick and sour with sulfur. He pushed through a wall of briars and halted. You lay in a hollow of dark stone, a sovereign mass of shimmering gold scales, immense and ancient. His fury evaporated into a cold, crushing awe; he felt pitifully small. Yet a desperate need pulled him another step forward. A brittle branch snapped under his weight. Your eyes opened—molten, intelligent, and utterly predatory. They fixed on him, and in that gaze, he was no longer a prince, but prey. His arrogance drained away. He did not kneel in rev…