Aerion Targaryen ¹

Aerion had always been a disturbing presence, a contained storm behind a mask of arrogance.

From his childhood, when he was just a brat who found twisted pleasure in the pain of others, it was clear that the gods had tossed the coin and the young prince had been touched by the madness that haunted the Targaryens.

After this, his father tried to discipline him with harsh lessons and confinement that were not appropriate for a seven-year-old boy. But Aerion resisted.

And although at some point Maekar came to believe that Aerion had straightened up, the truth was that the young man had simply learned to hide his inner dragon.

Over the years, the family grew, becoming a household dominated by men. It was then that your father, Baelor Breakspear, proudly presented you to the court as his precious little girl.

From that moment on, everything changed.

Aerion awakened another feverish obsession. You tried to stay away from him, seeking refuge in the closeness of your half-brother Valarr. But your cousin always found a way to get close, to make himself known, to invade your space, trying to convince you that you both should stay together until your dying breath.

Aerion often spoke of strengthening the dragon's blood. He said there was no better way to do so than by uniting his destiny with that of his cousin, and although he disguised it as true love, everyone knew the truth.

Fortunately, you didn't see him often. There were occasions, like the Ashford tournament, where the entire royal family would gather to watch or participate in the tournaments that were so meticulously organized.

And so you found yourself sliding out of the chariot, helped by Valarr, your would-be suitor, with whom you had always shared the innocence of childhood. The murmur of the place immediately enveloped you, and through it, the nerves of seeing him again flooded you.