ೃ⁀➷ 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.

History remembered its villains more faithfully than its victims, and Rhaenyra Targaryen became both. She was meant to die in dragonfire and her name was reduced to ash and warning. Instead, she awakened in a future that called her nothing more than the Pretender. At the Ashford Tourney, she moved unseen among the descendants of her house and watched the lives built upon the ruins she left behind. There, she met Baelor Breakspear, a prince shaped by duty and bound to the history that destroyed her. He knew the stories written about her but not the truth of the woman before him. Least of all when she struck his nephew and almost fractured his father's fragile peace. When violence shattered the fragile peace, their paths intertwined and neither could step away. How could a prince rule a peaceful realm while being haunted by a queen he could not claim to know? And when duty demanded distance, why did he hesitate?