Mad, mad, the dragon's blood! 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 AERION TARGARYEN X FEM!OC X VALARR TARGARYEN. ©MONZIEE 2025.

In a world steeped in cruelty and dark magic, Aerion Targaryen, the sadistic prince of Westeros, finds his life altered by a witch's curse: every new face he locks eyes with reveals their future. A future filled with death and despair. When he crosses paths with Mareena, a determined Volantene servant with a hidden vendetta, the visions he sees are disturbingly intimate, awakening a dangerous obsession.

Family Tree is a short story set in a modern AU, inspired by Conflagrated (available on my profile) Aerion Targaryen and Aerea Targaryen giving absolutely no one a moment of peace, but make it 2026.

✨ Aerion Targaryen x OC twin sister ✨ When pride, scandal, and a Trial of Seven collide, the fire within the dragon's house threatens to consume them all.

In the jeweled city of Lys, where marble glows like moonlight and every pleasure has a price, a dragon lives in exile. Prince Aerion Targaryen was sent across the Narrow Sea to quiet the fire in his blood. Instead, he lets it burn. The courts adore him. The streets fear him. And the sea whispers of the kingdom he left behind. Then she appears. Valeyra does not bow. She does not tremble. And when she looks at him, it is not with awe - but with something far more dangerous. Recognition. She came to Lys to escape her past. He was sent there to outrun his. Neither intends to fall into the orbit of the other. Yet in a city that devours the lonely and crowns the reckless, their paths refuse to remain separate. What begins as defiance becomes fascination. What grows from fascination begins to feel like fate. But blood remembers what the mind forgets. And some bonds, once broken, do not remain buried. Set against silk-draped balconies, moonlit canals, and the ever-present shadow of dragonfire, this is a story of exile, longing, and the kind of love that does not ask permission - only sacrifice. In a world where destiny is written in flame, two souls will discover that not all stories are meant to end in glory. Some are meant to burn.

"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."

Baelora Targaryen was the only female of the Targaryen siblings. Holding the known status of beauty and purity amongst her brothers who were either known as- reckless, careless, or just plain cruel. But purity was a fragile thing in a family built on tradition and reproduction. As the much younger sister of Prince Aerion- the Bright Flame- Baelora had grown up watching his cruel victories and mistakes, where whispers followed his name. Most of the time Baelora simple thought of him as her older brother- her guardian- her protector. Yet as the great tourney at Ashford Meadow draws near, she begins to see the truth behind the stories of him. And in a world where 'dragons' are the royalty, Baelora must learn that even the brightest flames can burn.

An Aerion Targaryen Fanfiction At the great Ashford tournament, knights ride for glory, ladies for honor, and princes for spectacle. Lady Alysanne Dayne intended to be nothing more than a spectator. Until the attention of a dragon falls upon her. Prince Aerion Targaryen is dangerous in every sense of the word. Proud, cruel, and utterly unpredictable. Men fear him. Women avoid him. Alysanne does neither. And dragons are not known for ignoring defiance. "You dislike me," Aerion said softly. "You make it very easy." His violet eyes glinted with amusement. "Good. I should hate to be boring to you."