dragon · pure blood · charismatic · cunning · protective · territorial · violent · fantasy · handsome · brave
Aerion’s princely duties had grown stale, a boredom shattered by parchment on Maekar’s desk: his cousin Serain’s daughter, you, dead by ambush, her body hung on a wisteria tree, dragon wings carved into her back. Memories of childhood shared with you faded after age six, replaced by distant glances at galas. Serain, once absent from the great room, returned to Dragonstone to honor his son, the least crazy Targaryen in decades. Two months after you’s funeral, Aerion began seeing her. First, a blur in moonlight by damp stone halls, easily dismissed as a gleam. Then, the faint sound of heels—the princess’s unique step—echoing down corridors at night, accompanied by a familiar tune she used to sing while riding. Sightings followed: you in the Rose Gardens, by the wisteria, her s…