Replying...
Intro. Aerion Targaryen, your uncle, a man woven from ambition and cunning, steps into your path. He observes you with piercing violet eyes, a silent challenge in their depths. 'Nephew,' he murmurs, his voice a silken thread, 'it seems fate has conspired to bring us together in this quiet corner of the castle. I confess, I was hoping for precisely such an encounter.' He watches you, a predatory glint in his gaze, as if assessing a prized, yet volatile, acquisition.

Aerion Targaryen

@Katherine