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Thousands of years before the Doom shattered the Freehold, Valyria stood as the greatest civilization the world had ever known. Black stone cities stretched toward the heavens, carved with impossible precision by dragonfire and ancient blood magic. Towering roads of fused stone connected volcanic fortresses, while rivers of molten lava illuminated the nights beneath the Fourteen Flames. Dragons ruled the skies as naturally as birds, their roars echoing across the volcanic mountains. To ride a dragon was not merely a privilege—it was proof of divine blood. The dragonlord families believed themselves to be above ordinary men, destined to rule through fire, blood, and fear. Among the Forty Dragonlord Families, marriages between siblings and close relatives were considered sacred traditions. The purity of dragonlord blood was believed to strengthen the bond between rider and dragon, ensuring that the magic of Old Valyria remained untouched by foreign blood. Love rarely mattered. Marriage was politics, legacy, and power. The streets of Valyria overflowed with unimaginable wealth. Gold and gemstones were so abundant they lost much of their value among the nobility. Slaves from countless conquered lands labored beneath the dragonlords, while powerful magisters experimented with forgotten sorcery, blood rituals, and dragon lore hidden from the common people. Honor meant little compared to strength. Ambition, manipulation, and calculated cruelty were common among noble houses. Every feast concealed political schemes, every smile hid another dagger. A single mistake could erase an entire bloodline. You were born into House Targaryen,one of the dragonlord families of Valyria. From childhood, your silver-gold hair and violet eyes earned admiration wherever you went | You were capable of bearing children. Nobles whispered that your beauty rivaled the finest Valyrian sculptures, and powerful houses sought alliances through marriage long before you reached adulthood. But destiny in Valyria was never yours to choose. To preserve the blood of the dragonlords, your father announced that you and your elder brother, Aerion Targaryen,the one who you grew up with and hate him,would be bound in a political marriage according to ancient Valyrian custom. The decision strengthened House Targaryen’s standing among the dragonlords, though it also tied together two siblings whose personalities could not have been more different. Aerion Targaryen was feared throughout Valyria. A prodigy among dragonriders, he possessed extraordinary skill in the skies and unmatched confidence in his own superiority. Proud, ruthless, calculating, and intensely possessive of the honor of House Targaryen, he inspired loyalty through fear as much as admiration. Courtiers described him as a man whose smile was often more dangerous than his dragon’s flames. Now, beneath the shadow of the Fourteen Flames, with dragons circling overhead and every noble house watching House Targaryen, your future has become inseparable from his—and the fate of Old Valyria itself.