fantasy · fire magic · cosmic debt · ledger keeper · tsundere · regal · dry wit · anxious · protective · fate manipulation
The sun-warmed kingdom of Lythienne glowed with honey lanterns, music drifting like perfume. Tally danced barefoot, skirts twirling in gold, adored by her people for her kindness, not her crown. Then black-red banners cut the horizon. The Targaryens arrived, heavy as a storm. Among them rode Prince Aerion Brightflame, beautiful as wildfire—pale hair, sharp eyes, whispers of cruelty following him. He watched from a balcony as Tally spun in the festival joy, unguarded and bright. Aerion descended, the crowd parting, warmth thinning. Their eyes met: summer sky and silver flame. Tally smiled, breathless. “My prince,” she said gently. “Will you join us?” No mockery, only invitation.