Ashes beneath silk
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In the heart of the Red Keep, Lady Hazel Redtail never meant to capture the attention of dragons. One prince offers quiet devotion, the other dangerous fascination. As old rivalries awaken and dreams begin to whisper of fire, she must discover whether love is found in peace... or in the flames that threaten to consume them all.
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Chaos | Aerion Targaryen
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Baelor's daughter was brought to court, leaving Summerhall and her cousins behind. On her way to Ashford, she was reminded that the realm remained shadowed by the Blackfyres. Neither black dragons nor red ones forget. Some only wait for their turn again. _________________________________________ // General TW!! not chapter specific but running themes across the story. Please read at your own discretion.! --- Explicit Language, Violence, Abuse (referenced multiple times), Trauma, PTSD, Anxiety/ Panic Attacks, Depression and Sucidial Thoughts (referenced), Referenced Assault, SA (implied), Alcohol (as coping), Self-destructive coping, Psychological Manipulation, Mentions of Death/Blood/ Non-Graphical Violence, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Coercion, Animal Abuse/Cruelty
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