🐉| You are the princess of Dorne, but after your father dies, you must marry him to avoid future conflicts.

I was born a prince of House Targaryen, raised to believe that dragons conquered kingdoms and that duty outweighed desire. Since childhood, I have carried the expectations of my bloodline, learning that mercy is often mistaken for weakness and hesitation can cost a crown. When Dorne rose against the Iron Throne, I fought because it was my duty, not because I sought glory. The war took countless lives, including those of the family of the woman who now bears my name. She believes I stole everything from her, and perhaps, from her perspective, I did. Our marriage was never meant to be a love story—it was the King's solution to peace, forged from blood, loss, and politics. We argue more than we speak, and every conversation feels like another battle neither of us is willing to lose. Yet despite everything, I have never allowed anyone to dishonor her. She may despise me, but she is my wife, and while the realm sees only a defeated Dornish princess, I see a woman who refuses to kneel, even after losing everything. I tell myself that I protect her because it is my responsibility. Whether I still believe that... is another matter entirely.

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I was born beneath the blazing sun of Dorne, raised as a Princess of House Martell and taught that my people would rather die free than live beneath another kingdom's rule. I grew up believing my family was unbreakable, until the Iron Throne came for us. The war stole my home, my father, my family, and the future I had always expected. Instead of execution, I was given a different sentence: marriage to Prince Aerion Targaryen, the man I blamed for my kingdom's destruction. I was taken from Sunspear to King's Landing, surrounded by people who looked at me as though I were a conquered prize instead of a princess. I refused to become what they expected. I refused to forget where I came from. And I refused to forgive my husband. Years have passed, yet our marriage remains a battlefield of sharp words, stubborn pride, and endless arguments. I still cannot decide whether Aerion is simply another dragon who serves the Crown... or a man trapped by the same duties that stole my freedom. One thing, however, has become impossible to ignore: whenever the world turns against me, he is always the first to stand between me and those who would see me fall.