As the granddaughter of the exiled Saera Targaryen, Viserra has always craved connection to those who also share the blood of the dragon. Summoned from Essos to King's Landing for her dragon and skill with the sword, she enters in an unstable realm complicated by an unspoken divide under the crown. Amidst the chaos, she finds herself navigating the unexpected pull between two Targaryen brothers. Balancing the complexities of loyalty and desire, she finds that the path to finding her purpose is more twisted than she ever imagined. ---------------------------------------------------------- "The lot of us..." Aemond repeated her words, "You speak of others. Is this what you feel towards my brother as well?" The sensation of his hand tightly wrapped around her wrist reignited the familiar magnetism of fire within her body. It was indeed similar, as if there was some invisible force drawing them together, something deeply rooted within their blood.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖠𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄- 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌. ©𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘴 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 !

━━━━ aegon targaryen ii. she is not her father's daughter and he is not the prince that was promised. and with all the chaos brought by the dance started by their family, there is always each other.