When the Dragon Meet the Storm [ENG]

They should never have understood each other.
Even less should they have sought one another.
And yet...

Aera Targaryen was born in the shadow of a throne and beneath the weight of a name that burns the tongues that speak it as much as it inspires fear. Invisible in the eyes of the realm, yet keenly aware of its cruelties, she learns early that greatness must be carried upright, even when the world despises you.

Lyonel Baratheon, on the other hand, lives for noise, wine, and freedom. He laughs too loudly, speaks too quickly, and refuses to bend the knee any lower than necessary. He does not like dragons, least of all those who believe themselves above men.

In the tents of tournaments, between murmured provocations and defiant glances, their paths cross, clash... and then linger.

But between the pride of the storm stags and the fire of dragons, there is never neutral ground.
Only sparks.

And some fires are born only to consume...
or to illuminate what one dared not see.