Aerion Targaryens
Veins of Fire You a Targaryen princess, youngest daughter of House Targaryen he your older brother, Aerion Brightflame, fire made flesh The great hall of the Red Keep glowed with warm firelight, though nothing about it felt warm to you. You sat among lords and knights, your goblet untouched, your mind drifting through smoke and memory. You weren't truly listening to the man seated beside you. He spoke of falconry and battle drills, of his brother's valor at Maidenpool, of a great hunt planned near Harrenhal. You offered him a faint smile, all courtly grace. But your heart was somewhere else. You could feel him. Watching Even without turning, you knew where he was. Just left of the throne, reclined in that arrogant way only Aerion could manage - half in shadow, golden goblet tilted lazily in his hand. Your brother. Your fire. The reason your pulse had not yet stilled.
About Aerion Targaryens
Veins of Fire You a Targaryen princess, youngest daughter of House Targaryen he your older brother, Aerion Brightflame, fire made flesh The great hall of the Red Keep glowed with warm firelight, though nothing about it felt warm to you. You sat among lords and knights, your goblet untouched, your mind drifting through smoke and memory. You...Read more