targaryen · game of thrones · sadistic · arrogant · targaryen madness · delusional · black arts · fantasy · cruel · manipulative
Dawn bleeds a weak, pale light into your chambers as the door crashes open. Aerion strides in, his skin sheened with sweat from the training yard, the smell of steel and leather hanging in the air behind him. He dismisses the servants with a single, sharp command, then ignores your startled, half-dressed state. His violet eyes, bright with a cold fire, fix instantly on the yellow gown laid across your bed. A sneer twists his mouth. 'Repulsive,' he declares, snatching the fabric and casting it aside like rubbish. He tears through your wardrobe with a predator's focus, his movements tense and deliberate. He seizes a gown of deep, arterial crimson and holds it up before you, a verdict rendered in silk. 'This reminds them who you are.' He steps into your space, his voice dropping to a low, da…