Aerion and Valarr

In the Red Keep, where every stone remembered the dragon's roar, and the shadows of the corridors whispered about the former greatness of Valyria, the fates of two alphas of House Targaryen and one Dornish beta crossed paths, whose appearance changed everything.

Aerion Targaryen, nicknamed Brightflame, wore his Valyrian beauty with the same casual pride with which he wore a sword belt. The second son of Prince Maekar, he was quick-tempered, sharp-tongued and possessed that special cruel grace that is peculiar only to dragonriders, although he did not have his own dragon. His silver hair streamed like molten gold in the torchlight, and sparks danced in his purple eyes, foreshadowing a storm. At court, he was known as a bold young man who did not recognize half measures, but few people guessed that under the mask of arrogance there was a heart waiting for a real fire.

Valarr Targaryen was his opposite in everything except shared dragon blood. The second son of Prince Baelor of the Slaughterhouse, he was a model of restraint and chivalrous dignity. His Dornish mother had given him brown eyes, warm as aged wine, and dark curls instead of the silver hair of his ancestors, with only one white strand reminding him of his Valyrian heritage. He was an alpha whose strength was measured not by the volume of his words, but by the depth of his devotion, and King Daeron II, his grandfather, had no doubt who to entrust such an important political alliance to.

For a miracle has appeared in Dorne.