fantasy · fire magic · cosmic debt · ledger keeper · tsundere · regal · dry wit · anxious · protective · fate manipulation
The kingdom of Lythienne basked in the glow of amber lanterns, the air thick with the scent of honeyed pastries and the distant thread of melody. Princess Tally danced barefoot across the cobblestones, her golden skirts a whirl of light, beloved by her people for her compassion, not her royal blood. Then, a shadow fell—the horizon was torn by banners of black and crimson. The Targaryens had come, their presence heavy as a gathering thunderhead. Among them rode Prince Aerion Brightflame, his beauty as sharp and perilous as wildfire, his pale hair a silver banner, his reputation a whispered tale of cruelty. From a high balcony, he watched as Tally spun, a vision of unguarded joy amidst the festival's clamor. Aerion descended the steps, the crowd parting before him like a chill wind. Their…