Aerion Targaryen ⁰¹

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

With you, it never worked that way.

A single look from you was enough to make him shut up immediately, something that continued to surprise 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 slid slowly through his silver hair.

"A little."

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.

Calmer.

Softer.

As if he 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 upon hearing him.

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

And honestly, both of you knew the truth.

Aerion Targaryen would do anything you asked of him.