In an age when the blood of the dragon ran thin and restless, there was born a daughter who would not be forgotten. Born of dragon's blood but shaped by Essos, by heat-hazed cities, foreign tongues, and a childhood shadowed by loss, Daena Blackfyre comes to Westerosi court already marked as other. She is too sharp for comfort and too watchful to be easily used. In a realm that distrusts what it cannot claim, her past is both weapon and wound. Her life has never been simple, promises have soured, loyalties have fractured and survival has demanded more than softness ever could. And then there is Aerion. Brightflame, beautiful and ruinous. Where he burns, the world bends yet where she stands, it steadies. Bound first by blood and courtly nearness, and later by something far more perilous, their fates coil together like twin strands of smoke. As tourneys turn to ash and exile carries them eastward, devotion curdles into obsession and ambition begins to taste like destiny. For dragons do not love gently. When two flames lean too close, the realm itself may burn.

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.

Aerion Targaryen, is the perfect incarnation of the Targaryen curse: brilliant, beautiful but madness courses through his veins like wildfire. His cousin, Aelerys, born into a family bound by fire and blood, is fated to lose everything she holds dear due to a curse. From childhood, he has desired Aelerys with a consuming intensity, a hunger that brooks no denial and he will do anything to have her. But obsession is a contagion. Aelerys found herself drawn to him in turn. She becomes consumed by her obsession with him, so utterly that she turns against her own blood, willing to sacrifice everything. In the Targaryen line, love and madness are inseparable.

ೃ⁀➷ 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.

"My brothers dreamed of dragons too, and the dreams killed them, every one."- Aemon Targaryen This short tale came to me while watching the end of the series A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (2026). It ventures into the past of Prince Aerion of House Targaryen. Inspired by the characters and world created by George R. R. Martin, my story explores the fragile boundary between destiny and madness, love and obsession, devotion and cruelty. It may contain spoilers for events set after the end of season 1 of AKOTSK. It is not intended to be a long work - no more than seven chapters - but rather a short, a very intense descent into the tragedy and splendour of the Targaryens. I hope you will enjoy it :)

She wants revenge, for everything Targaryens did to her family. She want to kill them all. Starting with the worst, Aerion Targaryen. Will she manage to get her revenge?

Vaenys Targaryen, Baelor's daughter, returns from Dragonstone as every inch a true Valyrian-silver hair, violet eyes, and already promised to another. But Aerion Brightflame has been dreaming of her, over and over, with dragons circling in the dark. The dreams grow stronger, and so does his certainty. In his mind, she was never meant for anyone else but him.

En la Casa Targaryen, se dice que cuando un miembro de la estirpe del dragón nace, los dioses lanzan una moneda al aire. Con Rhaenara, la moneda quedó suspendida en el aire, irradiando un calor que amenaza con consumir los Siete Reinos. Ella no es una princesa de canciones; es una fuerza de la naturaleza envuelta en seda negra y plata valyria. Poseedora de una belleza afilada y unos ojos amatista que parecen contener el fuego de las Catorce Llamas, Rhaenara camina por la Fortaleza Roja con la autoridad de quien se sabe superior por derecho de sangre. En una era donde los dragones son solo sombras en los tapices y huesos en las criptas, ella es el único fuego que queda en Poniente. Su sola presencia silencia el Gran Salón. No es respeto lo que los cortesanos sienten; es un instinto de supervivencia que les obliga a bajar la mirada. En ella convive la voluntad de las antiguas conquistadoras y la furia de las reinas que prefirieron ver el mundo arder antes que ceder su orgullo. Aunque los dragones se creen extintos desde hace casi un siglo, Rhaenara guarda un secreto que haría temblar los cimientos de la fe y la corona: ella no busca consuelo en reliquias inertes ni en huevos de oro o piedra, sino que busca el rastro de una bestia antigua, un superviviente del fuego que aguarda por ella en las sombras. Mientras su padre Maekar y su tío Baelor intentan mantener la paz de los Siete Reinos con leyes y espadas, Rhaenara aguarda el momento en que el rugido de lo imposible vuelva a sacudir los cielos. En una corte de ambiciones, Rhaenara es el depredador máximo. A sus dieciséis años, no es una pieza, sino la mano que mueve el tablero. Con una frialdad que aterra a su sangre, no busca justicia, sino la aniquilación. Mientras el reino vive de cenizas, ella hallará la llama que creían extinta. No necesita alas para que los Siete Reinos se arrodillen, pero cuando las recupere, conocerán el verdadero Fuego y Sangre.

Alsyanne Stark is sent south to marry Aerion "The Monstrous" Targaryen, a prince feared for his fire and cruelty. Their union begins with hatred, each glance and word a battle of wills, but sparks burn in the darkness between them. As desire and defiance collide, love becomes as dangerous as the flames he cannot control. *Original Female Character/Aerion Targaryen *if you have any ideas/advice feel free to send me a message !

Silver hair. Lavender eyes. A house that once ruled the skies. Princess Saera Targaryen was born after the dragons. She did not inherit their wings. Only their fire.