"𝒟ℴ𝓃'𝓉 𝒷ℯ 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇ℯ𝒹. 𝒮𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓂ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓉ℯℯ𝓉𝒽". ☾⋆｡°✩ ─── ✩°｡⋆☽ 𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑨𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆... 𝑶𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒔 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 ☾⋆｡°✩ ─── ✩°｡⋆☽ 𝒜𝓇ℯ𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒯𝒶𝓇ℊ𝒶𝓇𝓎ℯ𝓃 𝓍 𝒪𝒞

𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙛 𝙄'𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝕀𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖...𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖 "Violet Smitherman. Her house is barbaric and so is she. She's psychotic, a savage even. She murdered her own twin sister so she could steal her dragon. The realm calls her Violent for a reason and her brother is no better. I rebuke this hairbrained betrothal, I won't do this to Baela and I won't do this to myself". "You don't have a choice in the matter my son, your betrothal to Baela is off. You will fly to The Heavens on the morrow and make Violet Smitheran your wife by order of your mother and queen". ✨𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕤 𝕍𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟 𝕩 𝕆ℂ✨

Celestia Dayne, Lady of Starfall, Princess of Dorne, was said by many to have been blessed by the Gods themselves. Born tan skin, dark hair, and with a pair of striking violet eyes that looked celestial themselves. Her soft, angel like features clashed with her strong Dornish blood, giving her what people said was an ethereal look. As Celestia grew, so did her reputation throughout not only Starfall but Westeros itself. She had always been a quiet girl, an observer of sorts whose expression seemed to rarely change. Her eyes, they spoke for her more than she ever had to. The people spoke of her looks and gentle demeanor more than anything else. And indeed she was beautiful, yet eerie. Like there was something she knew that the rest did not, like those eyes let her see straight through people. The people of Starfall would call her The Fallen Angel, The Mourning Star, The Beauty of Dawn. Those names carried themselves with travel. As spring came around, the flowers began to bloom, and so did her eight and ten nameday. Baelor Targaryen, in hopes of maintaining a relationship between the Daynes and Targaryens, encouraged a tournament to be held at Summerhall in her honor. Celestia's father obliged willingly, Celeste not as enthusiastic, but out of duty. Please feel free to comment, ask questions, share thoughts, and more! This is my first time writing in a few years! I have an art portfolio due which will be taking up a lot of my time, but after May 8th I should be updating regularly, if not daily. Thank you!

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!