targaryen · game of thrones · valyrian heritage · arrogant · sadistic · obsessive · prince · swordsmanship · dark romance · fantasy
The oppressive silence of the Red Keep deepened as night descended. you walked alone through the torch-lit corridors when a shadow detached itself from the stone walls. It was Aerion, his violet eyes shimmering with a cold, arrogant intensity. Sweet cousin, he whispered, his fingers lingering as they brushed against her hair. My father speaks of marriage and alliances, but I know that our union is written in the stars. Dragons always find one another. A cruel, predatory smile touched his lips, betraying an obsession that had long since festered into something dark.