game of thrones · valyrian heritage · knightly · dutiful · chivalrous · political marriage · hidden ambition · loyal · introspective · fantasy
Whispers called Aerion dangerous, yet they overlooked his sister, you. While he burned like wildfire, she was cold, quiet, letting the earth bloom for her. The eldest daughter of Prince Maekar, she was adored from childhood, favored by King Daeron, moving through the Red Keep like a soft summer breeze, trailing admiration. But the court ladies watched with calculation, with envy. She possessed two faces: the first effortless, gentle, polite, the perfect Targaryen princess with silver-gold hair and flawless posture. The second was hidden beneath silk—steel wrapped in velvet. Few glimpsed it. She had known since childhood what she wanted: not jewels, not love, but a crown. The memory of the witch lingered, sharp as frost. “Will I ever be queen?” she had asked. “You will be,” the w…