*•.DB🩸 | "In the midst of the flames and chaos, when all seemed lost, Jacaerys found her eyes. There was something in her gaze that called to him, something more powerful than dragon fire. In that moment, he knew that the fate of his heart was seal...
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o. prologue
The dragon and his daughter were one, bound by fire and devotion.
Neysarion Targaryen, younger brother to King Viserys I and Daemon Targaryen, was a man of contradictions: a warrior with the soul of a poet, a prince who cared little for thrones or crowns, and a dragon whose fire burned brightest for his only daughter, Nathearys. To the realm, he was a figure of both reverence and fear, but to her, he was simply "Father."
From the moment Nathearys drew her first breath, Neysarion knew his life would never again be his own. He renounced the entanglements of courtly intrigue and the hollow allure of power, dedicating himself instead to her protection and happiness. She was his legacy, his purpose, his everything. For her, Neysarion would raise his sword, call his dragon, and let the world burn if necessary.
Yet, even dragons cannot shield their offspring from every storm.
Nathearys, with her striking Targaryen beauty and fierce Northern spirit, was destined for a life far beyond the safety of her father's embrace. Though Neysarion raised her as both a lady and a warrior, instilling in her the strength to face any challenge, she longed for something more: the affection of Jacaerys Velaryon, her cousin and the heir to the Iron Throne.
But Jacaerys saw only a shadow of the girl who admired him, her voice an annoyance and her presence a mere ripple in the sea of his ambitions. Nathearys's youthful attempts to win his favor were met with indifference, her bold spirit clashing with his impatience. Her heart, tender yet unyielding, bore the wounds of rejection until it could bear no more.
Realizing that his daughter's destiny lay elsewhere, Neysarion made a decision that would change the course of her life. He took her north, away from the suffocating politics of King's Landing, to the stark and untamed lands of Winterfell, where her mother's family awaited.
There, in the cold embrace of the North, Nathearys found freedom. She thrived under the watchful eyes of her Stark kin, learning the ways of the wolf and forging herself anew. No longer merely a princess, she became a force of nature: beautiful, cunning, and formidable. She mastered the sword, the hunt, and the art of leadership, her Northern roots grounding her Targaryen fire in unshakable strength.
Years later, when fate demanded her return to King's Landing, Nathearys was no longer the naive girl who had once chased the shadow of Jacaerys's approval. She returned as a woman who commanded respect and turned heads wherever she went.
Jacaerys, now grown and burdened by the weight of his future crown, found himself captivated by the very woman he had once ignored. Her presence was no longer a ripple but a storm, one that threatened to unearth emotions he had long suppressed.
But Nathearys was no longer waiting for him. The fire within her had grown, and the girl who once sought his attention now stood as his equal, or perhaps even his better.
And so, the dance began—between the dragon and the storm, between unspoken regrets and undeniable attraction, between duty and desire.
In this world of fire and blood, where love and loyalty are tested by ambition and betrayal, Nathearys Targaryen's story would be written in flames.
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