The Dragonrider (Aegon Targaryen)
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  • Reads 29,413
  • Votes 659
  • Parts 31
  • Time 4h 16m
Ongoing, First published Jun 23, 2024
Mature
Maela Velaryon, daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon was a very caring, compassionate, and empathetic young woman. But despite having a good heart, she was also very determined, intelligent, and stubborn. 

The rift between Rhaenyra and her family had grown in recent times, so Rhaenyra and her family, in an attempt to make peace, promised Maela to her uncle, Aegon Targaryen, named heir to the Iron Throne. She had zero interest in being betrothed to anyone, let alone Aegon of all people...but she knew it was her duty to secure peace and protect her family. She knew what she had to do. 

But what happens when she comes to his aid on their wedding night, and they both start to grow on one another? Will he be able to stay true? Will the peace they attempted to make be made permanent? Or will the House of the Dragon crumble and everything falls apart?


**all rights and credit go to GRRM and the creators of GOT/HOTD. I take credit my character and her storyline.**
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