Maekartheanvil Stories

Daeron Targaryen was used to night horrors, not dreams about a pretty girl in a lilac dressed holding him in her arms. And yet the same woman had been visiting him for days now. Aelora Targaryen was six-and-ten now, the usual age for a marriage, one that she wasn't ready for. But it was her only chance to get the silver brooch on Baelor's chest and become his Lady Hand someday. A dreamer and a princess meet again in the capital. Will they be able to save their house from ruin?