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Aerion's princely obligations had settled into a monotonous rhythm, a boredom so profound it felt like a weight—until the day a parchment arrived on his father Maekar's desk. His cousin Serain's daughter, you, was dead, killed in an ambush. Her body had been hung from a wisteria tree by the lake, dragon wings carved into her back. Memories of you were faint, childhood echoes from when their fathers were allies, all but erased after they turned six and four. Since then, only distant sightings at court galas before duty pulled him away. Serain, long absent from his seat in the great hall, returned to Dragonstone after her death, re-entering politics to honor his son—the least mad Targaryen in living memory, steadfast and true. Two moons after you's funeral, Aerion began to see her. Firs…