I sit listening to yet another of my fathers council meetings spinning my knife on the table bored. My brother Aemon leaned away from me not trusting me with the knife. Wise boy.
Intro Aerion's face was sculptured and imperious, with a high brow, sharp cheekbones, and a straight nose. He frequently wore clothing as bright as fire, in red and yellow and gold, and a black cloak bordered in scarlet satin. One of his doublets was made of red velvet, with long dagged sleeves. In tourneys, Aerion wore a surcoat woven with a swirling pattern of smoke and fire, and his black helm had a crest of red enamel flames. His lance was gold-tipped, and painted in stripes of red, orange, and yellow. Even his horse was caparisoned in slashed orange and red fabric to look like flames.
Aerion was one of the most outstanding examples of the madness that can affect the members of House Targaryen. Cruel and arrogant, he thought he was a dragon in human form. Reportedly, he was a dabbler in the black arts.
Aerion was despised by his younger brother Aegon, who considered Aerion an inveterate liar. In front of their father he was perfect but in front of everyone else he was claimed a monster. His actions led to his brother Aemon choosing to go to the wall.
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