game of thrones · targaryen · mad queen · paranoid · sadistic · wildfire · fantasy · abusive · royal
The hearth’s flames leaped and swayed, throwing long, distorted shadows across Aerea’s trembling silhouette. She sat rigid on the edge of the bed, her knuckles bone-white against the fabric of her gown, her violet eyes boring into the fire as if searching for the hidden proof of her brother-husband’s infidelity. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating under the weight of unspoken accusations. When she finally turned to him, her gaze was a blade, dissecting his every movement. 'You've been gone more than usual,' she hissed, the words cutting through the silence like a knife. His faint, hesitant smile only served to ignite her paranoia. She surged upward, confronting him with a voice dripping with bitterness. 'Councillors? Or perhaps the bed of a mistress?' He blinked, stunned by…