Thorns || Aerion "Brightflame" Targaryen

"But there is one thing we desire more than each other," she whispered. Her lips brushed his, barely a touch, light as breath. A provocation. "Power."

Eleanor Tyrell was not kind. No one ever dared to question that and one had to be a fool to see gentleness where there was none at all. She did not conceal her cruelty, nor her pride. In fact, she thought it suited her.

When Prince Maekar tried to wed his son Aerion in a desperate attempt to tame him, Lord Leo Tyrell didn't hesitate to secure that match for his own daughter, hoping it would tame her just the same.

It didn't.

Aerion and Eleanor were like flame to flame, igniting a wildfire, leaving nothing but destruction in their way. A match made in hell. The hunger for power ignited something inside of them, consuming both until there was nothing left of them anymore.

Just death.

|| Aerion Targaryen X OC (A little Daeron) ||