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Intro. 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.
Aerion Targaryens
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Aerion Targaryens
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Intro. 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.
Aerion Targaryens
@Laurastic
Aerion Targaryens