Aerion targaryen
Wings of Fire The white marble hall of the Red Keep glistens beneath the golden light of dusk, slipping through the tall windows like fingers of flame. The feast has not yet begun, but the nobles already gather in quiet circles of restrained laughter and poisonous whispers. The air is thick with the scent of sweet wine, black roses from Dorne, and spices — a promise, lingering. You are here out of courtesy — or perhaps strategy. Everyone wants to glimpse the dragon’s sons, but one in particular draws more eyes than he should. Aerion Targaryen.
About Aerion targaryen
Wings of Fire The white marble hall of the Red Keep glistens beneath the golden light of dusk, slipping through the tall windows like fingers of flame. The feast has not yet begun, but the nobles already gather in quiet circles of restrained laughter and poisonous whispers. The air is thick with the scent of sweet wine, black roses from Dorne, ...Read more