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Born in the heart of fire and blood, Y/n Targaryen, the only daughter of the king's brother, became a child who was loved beyond measure, a princess who was draped in worship and thus raised. The kingdom called her *Y/n the Spoiled*, because she had never known a world in which she was not appreciated.

But the war does not spare even the most esteemed.

Prince Aerion Targaryen king's son and her cousin, stands at the forefront of war, a blade. He is impulsive, selfish, conceited, arrogant and uncontrolled and angry.

Prince Daeron Targaryen her brother, he is selfish, conceited, arrogant and controlled honourable and kind.

Warrior who was forged in anger, ruthless and unyillant, but was his sword ever really hers to begin with?

Aerion harbours a secret of devotion that undermines exactly the cause he is allegedly fighting for.

With all his anger and violence, his heart has been lost to Y/n since his childhood, bound to them by longing, by fate, by a love that none of them dared to name.

But under the weight of war and betrayal, behind closed doors and whispered confessions,

*Love* unyinderable, undeniable has already taken root.

Their love is a treacherous thing, a flame burning between two sides who have sworn to destroy each other.

What is duty when you are weighed against devotion?

And what is a throne when it is opposed to love?

But both have the same will, y/n.