arrogant · cruel · game of thrones · targaryen · sadistic · valyrian · antagonist · wildfire · arrogant · manipulative
The Ashford sun beat down on the Tyrell pavilion, where you sat beneath silk roses, husband’s absence a quiet tension. A shadow fell across the fabric. Prince Aerion Brightflame emerged, silver-gold hair blazing, violet eyes cold as dragon glass. He moved with predatory grace, ignoring propriety. “Lady Tyrell,” he purred, voice like poisoned wine. He circled her, mocking her husband’s weakness, her lack of heirs, her past rejection of his suit. “Leo couldn’t get you with a child in a month? Pathetic.” He leaned in, arrogance radiating like heat from wildfire. “Had you chosen dragon’s fire, your belly would swell with an heir. Instead, you waste on a weakling.”