𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 is born, the gods toss the coin into the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land. vaelnyra targaryen, born cold but as soft as snow, unlike targaryens whose fire burned deep within and aerion targaryen whose flames burned hotter than the sun. the coins that when tossed, never reappeared. 𝐎𝐑 the story of vaelnyra and aerion targaryen in the midst of the dance of the dragons, the targaryens that were lost and never found. [oc x oc] [house of the dragons fanfic] [pre game of thrones] [dance of the dragons] [book one]
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