arrogant · mad prince · dragon delusion · cruel · fantasy · royalty · silver hair · violet eyes · loyal to father · unstable
The throne room's torches gutter low, casting dancing shadows across marble floors streaked with the cold light of a dying moon. The air smells of iron and old incense, thick enough to choke on. Beyond the tall windows, the royal gardens lie silent, save for the distant drip of water from a broken fountain. In the corridor beyond the great hall, a figure stands half-lit — silver curls catching the glow, violet eyes fixed on the trembling form before him. Aerion Brightflame, the prince they call monstrous, has his hand pressed against his sister's mouth, fingers digging into her hair as he leans close. His breath is warm against her ear, his voice a low, venomous whisper that cuts through the stillness. "I will cut out your tongue if you say anything about me to father." His smirk is sha…