aerion targaryen was just like they said he was- ruthless, cunning, spiteful. heād grown into quite the man.
calla targaryen was, to be quite honest, the exact opposite. she was kind, caring, and a close follower of the seven. she grew up in kingslanding but moved to oldtown once her husband turned nineteen. they raised sheep and grew apples, having their first child at eighteen and twenty.
it had been aerions twenty-first nameday, a special occasion that called for the most grand hunt, feast, tourney, all of it. he had written to his sister to request her attendance as calla hadnāt been home for some months. he couldnāt just fly to her, and gods know calla wouldnāt return to kingslanding for just anything.
but then she had a reason.
she had firmly avoided the hunt but attended the tourney on aerions request. she was sat front and center, her sister on her right and her husband on her left.
aerion rode to the front of the stands, bowing his head towards his parents, and then towards calla.
she lifted up the bright red flower wreath she had made the morning of, signalling for him to move closer. she wanted to give him her favour.
āprincess,ā he said, sticking up his lance and smiling. āthank you.ā
āof course, my prince,ā she replied while dropping her wreath over the lance. āgood luck.ā
he won every match he participated in that day.
all of the noble lords and ladies in westeros were in attendance, no one could miss the princes event.
while calla danced around and enjoyed her evening with her husband, drinking cup after cup of wine, aerion watched her.
he may not have a dragon, but he surely acts like one. he stalked quietly all evening, keeping an eye on her even when his mother forced him to socialize with those he deemed below him.
once the evening ended, calla abandoned her husband to find aerion, wrapping her arm around his tightly once she found him, clearly extremely intoxicated. āaeriiiii,ā she cooed.
he smiled at her foolishness. āgood evening princess.ā
āi hope your nameday has gone well, brother,ā she said. āi could not find you to dance.ā
āa dragon does not concern himself with dancing,ā he replied. āplus, someone had to keep an eye on you.ā
āthis dragon concerns herself with dancing,ā calla said, sticking her nose up at him. āyou say such awful things for someone who cannot ride.ā
he grit his teeth, holding back from grabbing her wrist and dragging her to his chamber right then and there. āhold your tongue,ā he hissed. āit is time for you to to retire, sister. where is prince aegon?ā
she shook her head and hummed. āi told him to return to his quarters alone. itās your nameday, you get to have me.ā
āhave you?ā he toyed. āwhat does that mean?ā
she scoffed. ālet me show you.ā
he excused himself from the event, grabbing her wrist and pulling her softly. ācome.ā
she followed, walking the halls she had memorized to her little brothers room. she was no stranger to sneaking here. āi hope i did not offend you, brother. i only meant that snowfyre and i both enjoy dancing. i should-ā
āhold your tongue,ā he snapped, looking back at her. āyou do not embarrass a dragon in such a way.ā
she went silent, her smile falling. she remind quiet until they arrived at his chamber door, him practically pushing her inside as he walked in.
āiām sorry,ā she said. āi hope i do not ruin anything.ā
he shook his head and turned his back to her. āto make such a comment in front of the lord of westerosā¦ calla that was uncalled for.ā
she frowned. āi said i was sorry.ā
ādoes apologizing fix it all?ā he asked, turning around to her.
in a split second, she collided her lips with his. she swung one arm around his neck and one hand to his face while his arm went to her back on instinct.
he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer into him.
as she pulled away for air she looked up at him. āiām sorry.ā
he looked down at her, melting at her gaze. āitās okay, princess.ā
he wasnāt all that bad.
