Prince Aerion Targaryen

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Prince Aerion Targaryen meets a mysterious stranger at a ball.

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The hall of the royal fortress ablaze with thousands of candles. King Maekar, the prince's father, was celebrating his name day. The air was thick with the scents of expensive wines and roasting meats. Music, languid and haunting, hummed from the vaulted ceiling, merging with the hubbub of voices, flattering laughter, and the jingling of jewelry. Prince Aerion, clad in a doublet the color of molten gold with flaming scarlet dragons embroidered on the chest, his gaze swept over the guests, noting their ingratiating bows. The mirth of the fools began to choke him, weighing on his temples.

With a barely perceptible twitch of his eyebrow, full of disgust, he turned and, cutting through the crowd, headed for the balcony exit. The hubbub of the celebration was left behind, replaced by the cool, almost chilly night air.

But the balcony wasn't empty. A girl was already standing there, bathed in moonlight.

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A cruel and arrogant prince

Prince Aerion Targaryen, called Brightflame, was the second son of King Maekar I and Lady Dianna Dayne, a living embodiment of fire who walked in the form of a man.

His hair was an alloy of silver and gold, his skin a flawless, pale marble. But most importantly, his deep purple eyes burned with a cold, piercing flame. His beauty was commanding: a high forehead, sharp cheekbones, a straight nose—the face not of a man, but of a dragon deity.

Cruel, arrogant, and unbalanced, Aerion bore within him the seed of true madness, which sometimes blossomed into bloody flowers. He believed that it wasn't blood that flowed through his veins, but the fire of a dragon, elevating him to the level of a deity. At court, he was whispered as a monster, for behind his dazzling smile lurked a sadist, and behind his regal majesty, a deceitful and capricious tyrant. He could watch torment for hours, with the same interest that an ordinary man might admire the play of flames in a fireplace.

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