BOOK 2 After a wedding that nearly ended in tragedy, Lyanna Tyrell and Aerion Targaryen begin their new life in Highgarden. But marriage to a Targaryen is never simple. As they travel to the famous Ashford Meadow Tourney, old loyalties, dangerous tempers, and the politics of Westeros threaten to test their love in ways neither of them expected.

Lyanna Tyrell, princess of Highgarden, was raised in comfort and light, her childhood seemingly untouched by fear. Yet since she was very young, she has been haunted by the same nightmare: a dragon tearing her from her home. On her eighteenth birthday, that dream begins to take form. Her father tells her she has been betrothed to Aerion Targaryen of House Targaryen, grandson of the King of Westeros, a man feared throughout the realm as Aerion the Monstrous for his cruelty and vile acts. Lyanna begs not to leave Highgarden or be bound to a monster, but her father is unmoved. This marriage, he insists, is her duty. A Tyrell joined to House Targaryen will secure their house's future. As Lyanna is forced toward a fate she dreads, she must face a truth she has feared since childhood: her nightmares were never just dreams-they were a warning. If you have any suggestions or any questions and just want to leave feedback please leave a comment!

Aera has spent her life trapped between two forces destined to clash, her twin brother Aerion, fierce and possessive, and their cousin Valarr, the calm but ambitious heir whose quiet strength challenges everything Aerion represents. Their rivalry, born from years of tension and sharpened by the expectations of blood and power, follows them through every hall of the Red Keep, turning Aera into the center of a conflict she never asked for. Torn between loyalty and growing affection, she walks a dangerous line where every glance feels like a choice and every choice like a betrayal, knowing that in a family where love and ambition are inseparable, she may be the one thing neither man is willing to surrender.

An Aerion Targaryen Fanfiction At the great Ashford tournament, knights ride for glory, ladies for honor, and princes for spectacle. Lady Alysanne Dayne intended to be nothing more than a spectator. Until the attention of a dragon falls upon her. Prince Aerion Targaryen is dangerous in every sense of the word. Proud, cruel, and utterly unpredictable. Men fear him. Women avoid him. Alysanne does neither. And dragons are not known for ignoring defiance. "You dislike me," Aerion said softly. "You make it very easy." His violet eyes glinted with amusement. "Good. I should hate to be boring to you."

Born a year after the Realm's Delight, Prince Aerion Targaryen was never meant to inherit the Iron Throne. But the realm has always preferred sons. Cruel where his sister is calculating, merciless where she seeks legitimacy, Aerion grows beside Rhaenyra as her shadow and her sword a dragon hatched of the same fire, but forged in something darker. While lords whisper that he would make the stronger ruler, Aerion's loyalty belongs to one person alone. When the Dance of the Dragons begins, the realm will learn a terrible truth: Rhaenyra may want the crown. But her brother wants the world to burn for her.

Vaenys Targaryen, Baelor's daughter, returns from Dragonstone as every inch a true Valyrian-silver hair, violet eyes, and already promised to another. But Aerion Brightflame has been dreaming of her, over and over, with dragons circling in the dark. The dreams grow stronger, and so does his certainty. In his mind, she was never meant for anyone else but him.