In an age when the blood of the dragon ran thin and restless, there was born a daughter who would not be forgotten. Daena Blackfyre was not meant for quiet courts or the boredom of gentle marriages. From her first breath, she was fire banked beneath silk, too keen by half for the fragile peace of princes. Born of dragon's blood but shaped by Essos, by heat-hazed cities, foreign tongues, and a childhood shadowed by loss, she comes to Westerosi court already marked as other. Too sharp for comfort, too watchful to be easily used. In a realm that distrusts what it cannot claim, her past is both weapon and wound. Her life has never been simple, promises have soured, loyalties have fractured and survival has demanded more than softness ever could. And then there is Aerion. Brightflame, beautiful and ruinous. Where he burns, the world bends yet where she stands, it steadies. Bound first by blood and courtly nearness, and later by something far more perilous, their fates coil together like twin strands of smoke. As tourneys turn to ash and exile carries them eastward, devotion curdles into obsession and ambition begins to taste like destiny. For dragons do not love gently. When two flames lean too close, the realm itself may burn.

The Monstrous Prince King's Landing, 209 AC - the dragons are long dead, their bones silent beneath the Red Keep. Yet their blood still burns in the veins of House Targaryen. Prince Aerion Targaryen was born of fire and madness - beautiful, cruel, and haunted by the echo of power his family lost. To the court, he is arrogant. To the realm, he is cursed. And to himself, he is nothing without the fire that was stolen from his bloodline. Then there is Princess Daenys Targaryen - pure, kind, and untouched by the shadows of their house. She sees the boy beneath the cruelty, the wounded soul behind the crown. But in Aerion's eyes, she becomes something else entirely: his salvation, his obsession, his undoing.

we were born of flame. we ruled by fire. we conquer with blood. ▬▬▬▬▬ targaryen. a knight of the seven kingdoms fanfic female oc x aerion targaryen x slightly duncan the tall

Rhae stands where the world feared to tread. Aerion kneels only to her, loving her with teeth and fire, willing to slaughter anyone who dares stand between them.

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𝖵𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗍. 𝖨𝖿 𝖠𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾, 𝖵𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝖽 𝖪𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. They were born together. They burn together.

A Song of Ice and Fire is the ancient whisper of two opposing legacies. Ice, shaped by silence, loyalty, and duty. Fire, born of passion, loss, and blood. When these forces meet, they do not bring war nor peace, but a trial: the choice between who one is, and who one dares to love. English is not my first language, this story was translated from French. -- All characters belong to their respective creators. This work is written for creative purposes only.

He stared at her. Her long braid had come undone, silver strands sticking to her cheeks. There was dirt on her nose. Her pink eyes glowed stubbornly in the dying light. "You are strange," he declared. "I know." "You do not even deny it." She looked up at him, head tilting slightly. "Do you ever feel like you are supposed to be somewhere else?" she asked. He frowned. "No." "Oh." She returned to the frog. Aerion lingered longer than he meant to. "You cannot save everything," he muttered. Maybe not, said the fading echo of a girl who once watched dragons die. "But I can try," said the five-year-old princess.

╰┈➤ 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙: 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭 "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙪𝙨."

A dragon prince born of flame and fury was never meant to hunger for the only soul who meets his fire and does not yield.