Brightflame's Silver Queen - Aerion Targaryen
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Princess Rhaelyra Velaryon was never meant for a quiet life.
Silver-haired, sharp-minded, and born of old Valyrian blood, she was promised young to Prince Aerion Targaryen - Brightflame, a man the realm fears almost as much as it reveres.
To most, Aerion is unstable. Dangerous. Too proud of the dragon he believes lives inside him.
But with Rhaelyra... he is something else entirely.
Devoted. Possessive. Obsessed.
She is the only one he listens to, the only one he cannot bear to lose - his queen, his anchor, and in his eyes, something dangerously close to divine.
As they travel to the Ashford tourney, politics sharpen, rivalries rise, and watchful eyes follow their every move. Knights gather, alliances shift, and whispers about the Targaryen prince and his silver queen grow louder by the day.
Yet beneath the spectacle lies a deeper tension - one neither crown nor marriage can fully contain.
Because loving a dragon is never simple.
And being loved like one can be even more dangerous.
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