*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ Remember You ✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･* Prince Valarr Targaryen and Lady Aelynora Martell

Fate made them, Fate will destroy them. Aerion Targaryen x Fem!oc

𝐁𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐘, 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄. In which a lady of the Stormlands is tangled up in the vain games of Aerion Brightflame and her entire life is engulfed in flames. A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS Aerion Targaryen x OC

when lord lyonel baratheon hosted a tourney at storms end in honor of his only daughters seventeenth nameday, the great houses of westeros assembled at the ancestral seat of house baratheon. even the house of the dragon had made the journey from the crownlands to here - gracing the tourney not only with the presence of the heir, prince baelor, but king daeron himself. an event worthy of the historybooks, just as lord baratheon intended - what had not been on his mind was the fact that his beloved daughter, the storms doe, had caught the eye of a dragon.

"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."

"A falling star brings luck to those who see it." "The luck is all mine already, Elaena" To be the first princess born to House Targaryen in a generation is to have your fate sealed with your first cry. To have someone watching over you from the stars is to have your luck foretold, your path guided by their light. Or so Elaena Targaryen tells herself. Prince Maekar had long defied brothers and Kings alike to keep his little stargirl beside him. But the tourney at Ashford is a summons, and the King's word is law. Marriage is duty. But a falling star can change its course.

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.