In a world of war and political intrigue, Aesira Targaryen finds herself at the center of it all. Born into a powerful family, she's always known her duty to her people, but when a childhood friendship with her cousin Aemond turns into something more, Aesira is faced with a difficult decision. As their families and kingdoms become embroiled in a brutal war, Aesira and Aemond find themselves on opposing sides, torn between their love for each other and their loyalty to their respective families. As the war escalates, Aesira is thrown into a web of lies and schemes, with those around her constantly vying for power and control. With the fate of her kingdom and the man she loves hanging in the balance, Aesira must navigate the treacherous political landscape and make a choice: sacrifice everything for love, or put duty first and risk losing the one thing that truly matters. Can love truly be enough in a world where power and politics rule all? Join Aesira on her journey as she fights to save herself and the man she loves, in a tale of love, sacrifice, and the true meaning of loyalty.

As the granddaughter of the exiled Saera Targaryen, Viserra has always craved connection to those who also share the blood of the dragon. Summoned from Essos to King's Landing for her dragon and skill with the sword, she enters in an unstable realm complicated by an unspoken divide under the crown. Amidst the chaos, she finds herself navigating the unexpected pull between two Targaryen brothers. Balancing the complexities of loyalty and desire, she finds that the path to finding her purpose is more twisted than she ever imagined. ---------------------------------------------------------- "The lot of us..." Aemond repeated her words, "You speak of others. Is this what you feel towards my brother as well?" The sensation of his hand tightly wrapped around her wrist reignited the familiar magnetism of fire within her body. It was indeed similar, as if there was some invisible force drawing them together, something deeply rooted within their blood.

~Judas did this for him, but his soul still howls / his mouth still aches~ Daenys Velaryon no longer knew the difference between sacrifice and self-slaughter, nor where the violence against oneself ended. A Kinslayer, a rabid dog; such creatures had no use in a world of peace. Such creatures did not deserve peace. She was a tall child with no lap to crawl into, for who would wish to hold a thing like her, shame clotting in her blood like a curdling sickness. She, with the incessant need to apologize to everyone who ever knew her, for the inconvenience she caused them by making her existence known, walking into a room and searching for an empty seat so no one had to go through the painful act of sitting with her. Velaryons were supposed to be of the sea, but she was a burning ship, a vicinity one had to always flee. If anyone deserved to extinguish themselves in a kamikaze blaze, it was her, the one who would be missed least of all, who was needed least of all when the realm finally knew peace. © ace_asterisk **Sequel to Before the Sky Falls **Book 2/2 |Ambys 2024 Fanfiction Favorite Top Pick | Most impressive rankings: - #1 in houseofthedragon (2/6/2024) - #1 in aemondtargaryen (12/6/2024) - #1 in Aegon (26/7/2024) - #1 in aemondxoc (15/7/2024)