Aerion Targaryen ⁰¹

Aerion Targaryen could be arrogant and cruel to the rest of the world.

It never worked like that with you.

A single glance from you was enough to silence him instantly, something that still surprised even his own family. Because Aerion argued with everyone… except you.

"You're making fun of me again," he murmured as he rested his head on your lap.

Your fingers slowly slid through her silver hair.

-A bit.

Aerion let out a small, resigned sigh, closing his eyes as he felt your caresses. Outside, he was still the impulsive and dangerous prince everyone knew. But with you, he seemed different.

More relaxed.

Softer.

As if I could finally rest.

"Your family hates me," he said after a few seconds.

—My family hates all Targaryens.

—But especially me.

You couldn't help but laugh a little when you heard it.

Aerion barely looked up at you, completely surrendered to the sound of your laughter.

And honestly, they both knew the truth.

Aerion Targaryen would do anything you asked him to do.