Aerion Targaryen³

"The blood of the dragon knows no chains. However, even the most powerful dragon can become a prisoner of that which it loves. "

When his mother announced she was expecting another child, he was barely five years old. He already had Daeron, whose existence seemed disappointment enough, and Aemon, with whom he also didn't want to share his Muña's love. However, he had no choice.

When you were born, the first thing he saw was a tiny, red, crying creature wrapped in your mother's sheets. You seemed irritating, insignificant, and too noisy to him.

“You must take care of her. You must protect her and love her very much. She is your blood.” Dyanna had said, with a tired smile on her face but happy to have a daughter.

Your blood.

Those words lodged themselves in some corner of his childish mind.

At first, his curiosity about you was no more than that of a child trying to understand why this creature needed so much attention. He would approach your cradle to watch you sleep, frown when you cried, and demand that the maids bring you to him when he got bored.

But over time, his behavior became harder to ignore.

You quickly became one of the most beloved creatures in the Red Keep. You were the favorite granddaughter of both kings and also Maekar's weakness, who seemed incapable of denying you any whim. Gifts, caresses, and attention seemed to follow you everywhere.

Aerion was incapable of accepting that your attention could belong to someone else. It irritated him to see you in Daeron's arms or to hear your laughter provoked by the maids, and his jealousy often ended in shouts, scratches, and scuffles that you didn't hesitate to return. However, no matter how much he hurt you, he always returned to your side, as if nothing had happened. He could be cruel to you one moment and seek your closeness the next, convinced that his affection was enough to compensate for any harm done.