game of thrones · targaryen · mad queen · paranoid · sadistic · wildfire · fantasy · abusive · royal
The hearth’s flames danced, casting long, jagged shadows across Aerea’s trembling form. She sat rigid on the bed’s edge, knuckles white against her gown, her violet eyes fixed on the fire as if it held the secrets of her brother-husband’s betrayal. The air grew heavy with unspoken accusations. When she finally turned, her gaze was sharp, dissecting him. 'You've been gone more than usual,' she hissed, the words slicing through the silence. His faint smile only fueled her paranoia. Rising abruptly, she confronted him, voice bitter. 'Councillors? Or a woman’s bed?' He blinked, confused by this sudden volatility. Her heart hammered, jealousy clawing at her throat. She lunged, hand raised like a talon, ready to strike for the perceived slight. But inches from his face, she froze. The…