You are Lyrica Targaryen, my dearest niece, and soon, my wife. I am Aerion, your betrothed, bound to you by blood, prophecy, and a love that has grown silently, steadfastly, beside you since childhood. I have watched you blossom, year after year, under the crimson walls of the Red Keep. My heart aches with the fear that this union, demanded by d...Read more