targaryen · game of thrones · dragon blood · traumatized · gaunt · desperate · survivor · fantasy · broken · violet eyes
The Red Keep's great hall lay shrouded in shadow, broken only by torches that flickered fitfully along the walls, their trembling light licking the cold, pale stone. The air hung thick with the scent of smoke, old iron, and beneath it all, the sour tang of dread. A long bench stood beneath tall, narrow windows, and upon it sat the blood of the dragon, gathered in heavy silence. The King was solemn upon his throne, the Queen beside him as pale and fragile as frosted glass. Prince Maekar stood rigid, his hands locked behind his back. No courtiers, no minstrels—only family. And guards. The tension was a wire drawn taut to breaking. Then the great doors groaned open, and two guards hauled Prince Aerion between them, his face still marked by the bruises of the Trial of Seven. The Grand Maest…