"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐰. Princess Vaella Targaryen walks the knife's edge between courtly grace and quiet ruin, her ambitions igniting when she crosses paths with her cousin. In the game of fire and blood, some flames are too bright to survive. 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 AERION TARGARYEN X FEM!OC. VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC. ©MONZIEE 2025.

She is a musician with calloused fingers and a lute that never leaves her side, playing for coins in inns, taverns, and crowded streets. The world above her is full of fire and gold, but she knows only the rhythm of survival... until a single note changes everything. 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC ©MONZIEE 2026. #1 got #1 targaryen