ˋ ۶ৎ sorrows and quietude ٭ .ᐟ

Aerion was an egoistical bastard, a rich spoiled brat that believed he was above everyone due to the sheer wealth his family possessed and the lineage which bore him. He never indulged girls that weren't from the same social class and circle he was, never even bothered dating or keeping a relationship for more than a few weeks.

That was until he crossed paths with his baby brother’s babysitter, you.

You were quiet, tedious even. Lost in your own world, only tending to the boy's needs, spending time with him and teaching him certain things in life. You didn't speak to anyone else, besides the head maid of the house, delivering updates and then you'd disappear from their manor like you never existed. He couldn't understand why you, as a woman, around Targaryens, were this disinterested. Hell the man had never seen you smile, ever.

It baffled him that you were so quiet, like a fucking mouse that barely made any noise. For you even breathing seemed too loud as it was always under control, your posture straight and eyes devoid of any emotion. You were no less than a damn robot and Aerion hated that.

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scenario: you are sitting by the pool, painting with aegon when aerion disturbs the freshly built peace and calm by making a comment about how dead you are