They say the gods flip a coin when a Targaryen is born.
Aerion Targaryen is coin never stopped spinning.
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Original description.
When the only son of the King and his affair meets the eyes of Sereia for the first time, he thinks himself blessed by...
This is where things start picking up their pace, more focus on Aerion and his journey with mentions of his half siblings-cousins and how they affect his life. He has claimed Cannibal because I said so. This work will be reworked (eventually) because it has plot holes and is missing information that I find out about everyday lol but that won't happen until after I've finished this.
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Aerion grows fast in the years that follow.
He is thirteen winters old and has already begun to mature, looking the spitting image of his parents combined with gleaming amethyst eyes that many castle maidens have fallen victim to, time and time again. But unlike either of his parents, he thirsts for adventure instead of remaining docile on Dragonstone. And his sibling-cousins who followed him to Dragonstone have no issue in enabling his free spirited nature. It is Alyssa that comes to Aerion, heavily pregant with her second child, one that Aerion had felt a strange pull towards since the day he had told the older girl she was once more carrying another heir.
It caused quite a shock when later on, it was confirmed that she was in fact with child.
Baelon had a shit eating grin on his face and declared for anyone close by to hear that;
"The sex was so great that my seed settled the same day."
He received a swift punch to the groin for that comment.
Aerion looked at the woman, a smile gracing his elegant features as he helped her settle in the armchair nearest to the roaring fire.
"Aemon has asked for your return to Kings Landing, little dragon." She huffs, "You haven't seen our sibling since you left three years ago. Father grows weary."
His smile turns into a scowl, "If father wanted to see me so bad, he'd come do so."
Bitterness lays thick on his tongue.
Alyssa frowns, resting her hands on her stomach. "You wish to venture out into the world one day, Aerion. Go see them, show face and then proceed on." She advises, "You did not come to our littlest sisters' name days. Aren't you curious? Everyone wishes to see you just as our father and brothers' want to see you. Even the Queen has grown curious."
It was no secret that Aerion had grown to harbor ill will towards the woman Alyssa hadn't bothered to mention by name. Their older brother, Baelon, had let it slip the one night he had attempted to introduce the youngest to the finer wines hidden in the cellars and had rambled about his cunt mother's envy and jealously of Aerion's mother, Avella. It didn't take much for Aerion to piece it all together bit by bit the more Baelon had spoken.
