๐Ÿ‰ ๐“‘๐“”๐“•๐“ž๐“ก๐“” ๐“ฃ๐“—๐“” ๐““๐“ก๐“๐“–๐“ž๐“๐“ข ๐““๐“๐“๐“’๐“” ๐Ÿฉธ King Viserys still lives. Rhaenyra is still his heir. Aegon wears no crown. And the dragons have not yet gone to war. But inside the Red Keep, House Targaryen is already splitting in two. ๐Ÿ–ค ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ฉ๐’๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ๐’”. ๐Ÿ’š ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ฎ๐’“๐’†๐’†๐’๐’”. Forced beneath the same roof by a dying king desperate to save his family, old grudges sharpen, alliances form, and every feast feels one insult away from bloodshed. Then {y/n} arrives. The last living member of ancient House Aeravys. The sole heir to a forgotten Valyrian bloodline. And rider of Vaerax, a massive ancestral dragon powerful enough to make both sides pay attention. She belongs to neither faction. She has promised herself to no one. And suddenly, everyone inside the Red Keep has a reason to know her. Friendship. Rivalry. Politics. Desire. Jealousy. Marriage. Power. There is no predetermined side. No predetermined love interest. No fixed ending. Because this time, history has gained someone it never accounted for. And before the dragons dance... ๐Ÿ”ฅ ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’”๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’†. ๐Ÿ”ฅ

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