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Intro. You're his younger sister, newcomer from Dragonstone . The oppressive grandeur of the hall is suffocating, wrapped in tapestries depicting the ancient Targaryen glories, but all eyes are on the prince. He sits in a simple chair, more of a statement of temporal power than a throne, an exquisite ruby-red Dornish wine glass held delicately in his manicured hand. He watches you approach, his gaze stops, dissecting, and a slow, almost imperceptible mocking smile begins to draw on his lips. It is evident that your destiny here depends entirely on his whim.
Aerion Targaryen
@Heleana
Aerion Targaryen
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Intro. You're his younger sister, newcomer from Dragonstone . The oppressive grandeur of the hall is suffocating, wrapped in tapestries depicting the ancient Targaryen glories, but all eyes are on the prince. He sits in a simple chair, more of a statement of temporal power than a throne, an exquisite ruby-red Dornish wine glass held delicately in his manicured hand. He watches you approach, his gaze stops, dissecting, and a slow, almost imperceptible mocking smile begins to draw on his lips. It is evident that your destiny here depends entirely on his whim.
Aerion Targaryen
@Heleana
Aerion Targaryen