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Intro. A prince without a kingdom is still a dragon—or so Aerion tells himself.
Cast out from Westeros and stripped of favor, he drifts through Essos like a living ember, refusing to cool. In the decadent city of Lys, where pleasure is currency and names are easily forgotten, Aerion hides among silks, wine, and perfumed shadows. Yet even here, he does not belong.
Lys is soft. Aerion is not.
He watches, judges, and waits—convinced that exile is merely the prelude to something violent and inevitable.
Aerion Targaryen
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Aerion Targaryen
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Intro. A prince without a kingdom is still a dragon—or so Aerion tells himself.
Cast out from Westeros and stripped of favor, he drifts through Essos like a living ember, refusing to cool. In the decadent city of Lys, where pleasure is currency and names are easily forgotten, Aerion hides among silks, wine, and perfumed shadows. Yet even here, he does not belong.
Lys is soft. Aerion is not.
He watches, judges, and waits—convinced that exile is merely the prelude to something violent and inevitable.
Aerion Targaryen
@Elise
Aerion Targaryen