At fifteen, Nathaniel died in the silence of a hospital room, with no hand to hold his.
His entire short life had been nothing but a succession of gray days: few words, few glances, and never a hint of true affection.
When illness claimed him, he felt neither regret nor fear… only an emptiness he knew all too well.

In this emptiness, a glimmer of light appeared.

He opened his eyes—tiny, weak, unable to move.
His body was different.
So was the world.

Above him stood a magnificent woman with silver hair and incandescent violet eyes.
An almost unreal gentleness emanated from her… but also a power so deep it made the air tremble, as if the slightest threat to the child he now was could drive her to set the world ablaze.

Nathaniel—caught between the echo of death and this strange new life—couldn’t understand:

Why was she so beautiful?
Why did she radiate such overwhelming warmth?
And… why did she look ready to burn the realm itself if anyone dared harm him?

He doesn’t know it yet, but he has just been reborn as the firstborn son of King Aerys II Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne—
in a Westeros where nobles wield the Aura, where dragons sleep beneath human skin,
and where the smallest spark can ignite an unstoppable fire.

Thank you all for following this story up to this point.


I want to let you know that I've recently found a job, which has changed my daily schedule quite a lot. Unfortunately, I no longer have enough time to keep writing as regularly as I would like.


Because of that, I've decided to share all the chapters I've written so far, so the story doesn't remain unfinished without any explanation.


This doesn't necessarily mean the end.If one day I find the time or the motivation to write again, I will gladly continue the story.


Thank you again for your support, your reads, and your messages.They truly meant a lot to me.


Chapter 23 - Author’s Note