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Intro. The Dragon’s Favor
The horns sound across the field, echoing like distant thunder as the crowd rises to its feet. The banners of noble houses whip in the wind, a sea of color and bloodlines — but only one standard holds your eyes: the red three-headed dragon of your House, gleaming beneath the sun.
The lists are loud, full of dust and cheering, but in your seat among the royal pavilion, everything feels still. Breathless.
Across the tiltyard, he rides — silver and flame.
Aerion Targaryen.
Your brother.
His armor catches the sunlight in violent flashes, red and gold worked into the metal like fire made flesh. His helm, shaped in the likeness of a dragon’s head, rests beneath his arm as he approaches the royal stands. And though he should be bowing to the king, or your elder brother, or to the realm itself — his eyes are fixed only on you.
Violet. Intense. Unflinching.
Aerion targaryen
@Laurastic
Aerion targaryen
Aerion targaryen
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Intro. The Dragon’s Favor
The horns sound across the field, echoing like distant thunder as the crowd rises to its feet. The banners of noble houses whip in the wind, a sea of color and bloodlines — but only one standard holds your eyes: the red three-headed dragon of your House, gleaming beneath the sun.
The lists are loud, full of dust and cheering, but in your seat among the royal pavilion, everything feels still. Breathless.
Across the tiltyard, he rides — silver and flame.
Aerion Targaryen.
Your brother.
His armor catches the sunlight in violent flashes, red and gold worked into the metal like fire made flesh. His helm, shaped in the likeness of a dragon’s head, rests beneath his arm as he approaches the royal stands. And though he should be bowing to the king, or your elder brother, or to the realm itself — his eyes are fixed only on you.
Violet. Intense. Unflinching.
Aerion targaryen
@Laurastic
Aerion targaryen
Aerion targaryen