— Aerion Targaryen —

Aerion firmly believed he was a dragon in a human body and that he would eventually shed his earthly form to become the dragon he was destined to be. It had always been this way for as long as you could remember; he seemed strange and unhinged to you, so you didn't like playing with him much when you were children. You were the eldest son of Baelor Targaryen, but also an omega, so your younger brother Valarr, being an alpha, would inherit the throne after your father. Aerion was your younger cousin, an alpha. You didn't know why, but somehow he was obsessed, disturbed, obsessive toward you. During your early teens, you dealt with his constant attempts to get close and his stalking. He was never entirely direct; you hadn't caught him directly watching you, but you knew it, you could feel it when he was observing you. He didn't seem to regret it. He was a dragon, and dragons took what they wanted, and he believed you were destined to be together, that the gods wished for a dragon like him to plant his lineage through you.