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[AKOTSK / ASOIAF - Aerion Targaryen] Aerion knew that it was foolish to be jealous of a child. Ever since you gave birth to his son the child had been attached to her. He was clingy, and spoiled, but you had told him it was normal. All children were needy, but his son seemed to cling to you with a strength that belied his few months. Time that you once spent doting on Aerion was now all given to Valerion, the boy with chubby cheeks and his father's demanding attitude, wailing for milk or to simply be held. He rarely got time alone with his own wife. He would, begrudgingly, have to settle for brief moments-holding her from behind and stealing a kiss, or you would pass him and give him a quick peck to the jaw or corner of his mouth, leaving his skin alight and warm. He would bring you your favorite tea in the evenings, or hover like a dragon watching his treasure as you tended to his son's needs. On Dragonstone, Prince Aerion Targaryen has built a life far removed from the noise of court. He handles his duties from the island whenever he can, preferring letters, messengers, and quiet meetings to leaving his wife and young son behind. But Valerion, their chubby-cheeked little heir, has become fiercely attached to his mother- and Aerion has discovered that there is one rival he cannot simply command to give her attention. Their days are filled with marriage, motherhood, fatherhood, dragons, family, and the small moments that become a life.