Aerion Stories

Aerion Targaryen was never meant to bend for anyone. Proud, sharp tongued, and feared by most of the court, he gives the world nothing but steel and dragonfire. But for Daenys Baelor's daughter, Valarr's twin, and the girl with brown hair streaked with silver he is hopelessly, dangerously devoted. From childhood to betrothal to marriage, The Dragon Who Bent follows the story of a prince who says no to everyone except the woman he loves. He would give her anything she asked for, panic at her tears, carry her when she's tired, and burn with jealousy whenever the world looks at her too long. A romantic series full of obsession, tenderness, possessive devotion, and the one woman who could make a dragon prince kneel. "You are my wife," he said. "If something upsets you, then by definition it is not a little thing."

Elia Valemont and Aerion Targaryen have been best friends since childhood. But what happens when they both grow up and Aerion changes? Will he still consider her as his best friend? Will he eventually end up hating her? Or will they beat the odds and end up together?

A kingdom divided. A love forbidden. A choice that will bleed the realm. In the shadows of the Iron Throne, the line between loyalty and betrayal is razor-thin. As the dragons of House Targaryen prepare to tear the realm apart, three souls find themselves caught in a dangerous web of duty, desire, and deadly ambition. With tensions rising and blades drawn in the dark, passion becomes as lethal as the Valyrian steel meant to protect the crown. When the ashes settle and the dance of dragons begins, history will judge their choices but you can't blame them for doing whatever it takes to survive.

What a sweet delight it is to see the sun in your eyes. A breeze of joy that froze the moment, connecting our hearts. cover by @surfdoll

Princess Viserra Targaryen had grown in the shadow of the Faith of the Seven, raised to be pious by her mother, she spent more time in the Royal Sept than any other part of the Red Keep. Breathing its teachings down her throat more than the air in King's Landing, until she suffocated. But she did it with no complaints, never any fight in her. A perfect daughter, a perfect princess, the opposite of her namesake, her mother would make sure of that. But the blood of the dragon still runs in her veins like the rest of her family, tempered down it may be, it was there. And dragons were creatures of greed, according to common folks tales, greedy, hoarding, beasts who would rather burn nations down than let a single treasure that catches their fancy slip by. So when her interest locks onto her uncle, Prince Baelor, the Hand of the King, the Heir to the Iron Throne. Everything she was never supposed to want. She is torn between her devotion to her mothers faith, its teachings, everything she's ever known. And her desire to have him all to herself. ⤷ ゛Baelor Targaryen x OC ˎˊ˗ [AKOTSK]

Viserra was the most beautiful thing I had ever created. I knew every mother in Westeros likely thought the same of their children, but in my case, I happened to be correct. The nursery at the Eyrie had long since become more comfortable to me than my own solar, especially in recent years. Between Rhaegar, Lyonel, Dyanna, and now Viserra, I had spent more hours among carved toys and scattered blankets than I ever had around councils or ledgers. And today, my youngest had trapped me there completely. Viserra sat in the middle of the rug with her tiny legs spread around her, dressed in soft lilac silks that matched her eyes so perfectly that it looked like a painting. Her pale silver hair had grown enough for the nursemaids to tie small braids near her temples, though several strands had already escaped and curled around her cheeks after an hour of play. Between the sharp little chin, delicate nose, and unmistakable coloring, she looked every bit the image of Old Valyria. My own little perfect Targaryen lady. And Seven help me, I was absurdly proud of it.

[ Aerion Targayren x OC ] [Ser Duncan the Tall x OC ] Princess Aenora has always known her place: a life of duty, bound to a husband she despises. Cold, cruel Prince Aerion commands her obedience-but even his icy heart cannot shield her from the unexpected warmth of Ser Duncan, a knight as gentle as he is steadfast. Caught in a dangerous web of loyalty, love, and longing, Aenora must navigate the treacherous currents of court intrigue-and her own heart. Will she honour her vows, or risk everything for a chance at true happiness? A story of forbidden desire, hidden truths, and a love that could destroy-or save-them all.

A runaway princess. A humble hedge knight. She hides her name. He hides his doubts. But when fate takes them to Ashford, secrets blaze to the surface. One wears no crown. The other never asked for one. In a realm of dragons, will fire save them-or burn them both? (COMING SOON)

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Exiled by a King who feared his own blood and haunted by a madness he cannot outrun, Prince Aerion Targarye -the Brightflame flees the Red Keep for the treacherous waters of the Narrow Sea. He does not go alone. Beside him is Elara, a woman who sees the man beneath the "Beast" and the heart beneath the dragon's scales. Their journey takes them from the spray of the Stepstones to the opulent, poisonous halls of Lys, where Aerion seeks the "White Essence"-an ancient, forbidden fire that promises the power to reclaim his throne. But in the City of Perfumes, power comes with a price. As Aerion ascends into a figure of terrifying, blinding light, Elara finds herself a prisoner in a gilded cage, fighting to pull her Prince back from the brink of total insanity. From the intimacy of a storm-tossed cabin to the glass-shattering heat of a final stand on Westerosi shores, The Salt and the Smoke is a haunting tale of ambition, betrayal, and a love that burns brighter than wildfire. In the end, as the ash settles and the crowns break, a final secret remains-a spark of hope carried in the silence, proving that even the fiercest fire leaves something behind.

"Reality is too heavy for people, so they rent illusions and call it happiness." ~ Franz Kafka. Cyrella Lannister comes from a powerful house and like every noble woman she gets married off. But not to any noble man no, to the cruelest man of all, Aerion Targaryen. While she goes trough hell with him she finds friendship in the place she least expected it.

"She lies upon the feild, lodged inside what seems to be a large crater of mud. from what she can tell, it has seeping through her nightgown for quite some time now. How did she end up here?-She wondered, while scanning the sky and the surroundings around her. it was night, or possibly morning, she couldn't tell. All she knows now, is she is cold, scared, and in a place she never seen before. she looks across the vast open land, momentarily taking her eyes off the damage the puddle has left her with, and notices a city in the far distance. She couldn't determine how large the city was because of how far it seemed to be, but she could certainly make out tall walls encircling the land mass. It was like one moment she was with her mother, at the farm her step father owns, and the next she had been sent to meet a strange man and she cannot fathom any recollection of the quick interaction they had. if quick at all. her body aches, and it seems she had almost been stripped bare. How ever could her mother and step father allow this? surely they would notice me missing and try send for me, or heaven forbid, in this situation, alert someone of power and tell their daughter is no where to be found. What if those of high power were the ones who had done this to her? she had heard around their small farming village, rumors of her being illegitimate, but she chose to never belive them. her mother had always told her she and her father, before he passed, were married. Maybe they just didn't like the fact her step father wasn't her own. her thoughts were cut short when a loud, deep screech echoed through the valley she was orphaned upon. Quickly gathering herself and standing up, she sought out for a form of cover to prepare for what was to come. Shough she was young, she knows the sound of a dragon when she hears one. And she certainly does not want to be on the receiving end of what's shes been told to be a demon and their rider."

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Two siblings born from the blood of the dragon. They say when he was born, the coin that gods flipped had landed on the side of madness. But what about her?

Relationship: Original Female Character/Valarr Targaryen/Aerion Targaryen (Love Triangle) Elira's future has been decided ever since she was born. While her sister, the first born daughter of the house of Quartis, is meant to marry, Elira as a second-born daughter is destined to join the House of Eruditi, where she will become a woman of the new arts. Before her future is truly sealed, she's intending to seek out any and every experience she can. The time ticks and her last chance at seeing the world comes when her sister is bestowed with a proposal. Fifteen years old, she sets out with her family to King's Landing for her sister's wedding to prince Matarys Targaryen. Free-spirited and with a taste for novelty, she means to explore the Red Keep and the world that surrounds it. She builds friendships with a prince or two. Entertains history lessons from a dragon in the dungeons. Finds ways to avoid the man the realm deems perfect. It all seems to be going well... Until it starts to go awry.

In a world of dust and iron, the heart is the most dangerous gamble of all. For three years, Duncan and Myra Pennytree have bled, sweated, and fought to keep their family's legacy alive after their father's passing. But the grit of ranch life isn't enough to keep the wolves or the creditors at bay. Out of options and desperate for muscle, they turn to the last people they should trust the Targaryen brothers. Legendary, volatile, and dangerously charming, the Targaryens don't just bring help they bring chaos. Myra knows the rules keep her head up and keep the ranch running. But as the heat of the summer rises, so does the tension. When Myra finds herself falling for the most unpredictable brother of the trio, the professional line she's drawn in the dirt begins to blur.

Duncan drew another breath, forcing himself to continue despite the strain in his voice. "The crown has named me his successor," he said, each word slow and deliberate. "I have been declared Lord Paramount of the Vale." For a heartbeat, my mind went completely blank. Then he spoke again, delivering the final blow with quiet resignation. "And I have been betrothed to Prince Aerion Targaryen." The words hung in the air like thunder before a storm. Shock hit me all at once, sharp enough to steal the breath from my lungs, and my eyes widened as realization dawned. I stared at him in disbelief, trying to make sense of everything he had just said, yet the only response that came bursting out of me was loud enough to shake the hall. "What the FUCK?!"

Vaella Targaryen knew her fate. She was to be betrothed to her cousin, Valarr Targaryen. King Daeron II's reign was one of peace and prosperity. The Targaryens had defeated Blackfyres in the Battle of Redgrass Field. Her twin siblings, Aelor and Aelora, had married. Now it was Vaella's turn to be married. Vaella was strong-willed and stubborn. Valarr was every girl's dream: gentle, kind, and wise. Valarr was trapped in a life of expectations. He wasn't keen on marrying Vaella. He and Vaella had to put their differences aside and make their marriage work for themselves and the realm. Until Valarr made an a decision. He needed an heir from Vaella. The realm are looking for weakness. He asked Shiera Seaster for a love potion. Valarr used it on Vaella. Their feelings has changed for better or for worse. (COMING SOON)

Another cry echoed from Maegor's Holdfast while he spoke, loud enough to make my stomach twist despite my efforts to remain calm. But my mind was full of doubt and insecurities. Had I truly been that cold toward Maekar? Had I allowed distance and sharp words to grow into something my children now mistook for indifference, or worse, disdain. And Aerion... did they truly believe I hated the boy.

The doors to my father's solar slammed open with a force that rattled the hinges against the stone, the sharp crack echoing through the chamber as every head inside turned toward me. I did not bother announcing myself, nor did I wait for permission to enter. King Daeron II Targaryen sat behind his desk with a stack of parchments spread before him, while my brother Baelor stood at his side. "This is madness," I snapped, striding forward until the heels of my boots struck the edge of his desk. "How dare you, Father, king or not, give one of my son's hands in marriage to a bastard."