the iron throne is still in targaryen hands, and dragons remain the crown's living weapons. princess poliana targaryen is trying to survive inside her own family, where love, power, obsession, and pain are tangled so tightly it is almost impossible to tell them apart - especially when it comes to her dangerous bond with her cousin, aerion. aksaria tyrell, tied to the dragons by a prophecy she never asked for, is pulled into a story where duty and desire can burn worse than any flame. our girls will travel through three lands: highgarden - aksaria, gwayne, garlan the gallant, and the queen of thorns 🌹 dorne - oberyn martell, trystane martell, and all that dangerous dornish heat 🐍 the north - jon stark, robb stark, crigan stark, and ramsay bolton ❄️ but the real storm begins when they finally fly to king's landing. poliana returns to her family. aksaria comes to replace her sister margaery as queen alicent's lady-in-waiting. and later... everyone you have already started missing will gather in one place again, and trust me, every journey, every argument, every stolen glance, and every heartbreak will be worth it. 🤍🔥

Five years ago, she was the golden princess who vanished into shadow. Now, Aelyra Targaryen returns... She walks into Ashford Meadow, unaware that the family she fled will watch her rise anew. The dragons of her blood stir quietly, knowing their own. AERION TARGARYEN x OC

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.

"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."

Daelenyra Targaryen - The youngest of three children of Baelor Targaryen and Jena Dondarrion. The Realm, due to the princess inheriting her ancestors' appearance rather than her parents', as was the case with her two older brothers, led to her being called the Jevel of Valyria. As a child of just a few springs, she spent almost all her free time with her cousin Aerion. However, as time passed, their relationship became increasingly strained, until people eventually switched from calling them closest friends to calling them distant cousins. She was very close to her brothers, especially the eldest one, who protected her like a treasure. Unfortunately, after Baelor's death, things began to become increasingly complicated; friends became enemies, the bonds of brotherhood were tangled... and perhaps even broken, and some friendships even developed. Rumors and conspiracies strained the court, and subsequent events would bring even greater changes. All rights to the characters (except my oc's) and some events ( Chapters I - VII ) belong to HBO ‼️

'the idea was to not fall in love.' - unknown [I own absolutely nothing except my own character(s) that's I have created for this story. Everything else belongs to George RR Martin and the creator(s) of the HBO series A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms.]

HELAENA TARGARYEN hated Aerion and wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. The only problem? Aerion loved a game of cat and mouse, and he was utterly transfixed on his younger sister. Aerion would do everything in his power to keep her attention on him, even if that meant taking out lords, or manipulating his father to betroth them.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝙋𝙊𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 They say Prince Aerion Brightflame always revealed his anger through violence and raised voices, while Aelena Targaryen hid her cruelty behind grace and beauty. She wore innocence like a mask, a serpent beneath silk. Aerion saw the danger and loved her anyway. He let the snake bite, and once the venom spread, there was no escaping what had been written. He never would have believed that a clever woman with soft eyes would be his doom.