Dread coiled and turned to solid stone in his gut. It Weighed him. Weighed each step toward his dressing table. There, the source of his sleepless nights rested. The Glass Candle. It was burning. A starry, pale white flame flickered above the twisted black glass. He stopped but a pace away from the flame. Still close enough to feel the cold flame licking at his face. Turning his nerves in a way that made his skin crawl. A sickening feeling. The chilling burn of its glow sank back into the root of his bones. He couldn't stop it from growing. From becoming the monster he swore would never fall upon him again. Fear. His lips parted. A ragged breath rushed in. That fear swelled in his chest. He could not breathe in or out. Could not think clearly from the endless barrage of questions striking in his mind. Millions he wanted answered, and millions more he didn't. He feared what would answer. What lived in the pale white light... What lived beyond it? Could they be trusted? The most frightening question of all shrieked louder than all others in his mind. So loud he winced. So loud he could not stop himself from asking... "...What do you want from me?" He stood in the silence. It blanketed him like falling snow. He stared into the weepy white flame. Its icy barbs impaling him slowly from the inside out. Then sinking into his bones over again. A breeze trickled into his bedchamber. It's chill clawed at him from behind. From the opposite direction of his window. Her voice seeped into him like the sharp white flame burning at his back. "What does anything anywhere want? Does the seed not want to grow? Does the river wish not to flow? Does the hunter not want his prey? Do the storm clouds wish not for relief? Does fire not wish to burn?" Jacaerys Velaryon x male!oc [Some Aemond and a lil sprinkle of Baela] [Book 1/2]

━━━━ 𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗘. '𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩' " 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙨. " 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳. 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦. prince aerion targaryen has no desire for greatness or glory. but he knows more than anyone, that to fight for an ugly iron chair is nothing more than a large waste of time... unless an idiot dares to sit upon it, then he shall burn the damn thing himself and set the seven kingdoms ablaze, for no kingdom should have to suffer the reign of the usurper cunt of a king aegon ii targaryen. note: there are multiple characters throughout the story and they will have their own romantic interests. you won't know until you read it until the end who they'll end up with. january. 06, 2025 || @chillebby season 1 ongoing. lower case intended

Guided by the Fourteen Flames of Old Valyria, Valarr Targaryen, Bastard of the Blackwater, restores glory to a house that would rather forget his name. --- HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SEASON 1 MALE OC X AEMOND TARGARYEN