desire :/dɪˈzaɪr/ A strong feeling of wanting something, or a wish, or craving. Princess Daenys Targaryen has spent her life believing that kindness is strength and duty is everything. Gentle, compassionate, and beloved by the Realm, she is prepared to sacrifice her own happiness for the good of her family. Prince Aerion Targaryen believes the opposite. Feared throughout the Seven Kingdoms for his cruelty and violent temper, Aerion rules through fear and expects absolute obedience from those around him. Yet behind closed doors, the monster whispered about across the Realm reveals an unsettling devotion to the woman promised to be his wife. As an arranged betrothal binds them together, Daenys struggles to understand the man she is destined to marry, while Aerion becomes determined to possess the only person capable of stirring something beyond rage within him.

Maelyra Targaryen, a young princess of the House Targaryen and the younger sister of Rhaenyra, was raised beneath the weight of royal blood and the memory of her mother, Aemma Arryn. Reserved, intelligent, and curious, Maelyra possesses a more thoughtful nature than her sister, yet beneath her calm exterior lies a fierce pride and a will that is difficult to bend. A dragonider bonded to Vaeloryx, the ancient dragon with pale blue and white scales, she is a young woman who has never wished to become a pawn in the games of court. Gwayne Hightower, a young knight of the powerful House Hightower and Alicent's brother, is a charming, proud, and ambitious man, raised according to the values of his house. Skilled with the sword, confident and deeply devoted to his family's honor, Gwayne carries the proud nature of the Hightowers, but also possesses a more human and loyal side that emerges with those who manage to earn his trust. To unite two of the most powerful houses in the Seven Kingdoms, Maelyra and Gwayne are betrothed to one another. At first, their union is nothing more than a political arrangement: fire and stone, two families, two worlds, and two young people who never chose each other. But time changes people. And when the Dance of the Dragons turns Westeros into a battlefield, Maelyra will be forced to face the most painful choice of her life: to follow her duty to her family and her queen, or to protect the man who has become her husband and who, against all expectations, she has learned to love. Because during war, loving your enemy may be the greatest betrayal of all. A HOTD fanfiction female oc x Gwayne Hightower

In all good stories Valarr had heard of duty and honour, the noble knight served his queen with favour and grace. Though when he and his father were summoned to Kings Landing, called to serve the King, Valarr knew he was soon expected to fulfil his own inevitable duty. With prospects looming over his head and the thought of a lifetime of duty, Valarr kept his resolve. This was what he was preparing for, what he knew was written for him, what the Gods had set for him. But the Old Gods were not dead, they still had a hand to play. ---------------------------- Valarr Targaryen x oc.

Princess Maenora Targaryen grows to womanhood in a court of silks, whispers, and sharpened smiles, where love is a weapon and blood is never clean. Her bond with Prince Baelor Targaryen is as forbidden as it is consuming, yet duty drives him elsewhere, into marriage, heirs, and the service of the crown. Given in turn to Daemon Blackfyre, Maenora finds herself bound to a man as dangerous and wounded as she is. But love in the blood of the dragon is seldom a blessing. As old desires curdle into war, Maenora will learn that the heart may survive betrayal yet never unchanged.

A Targaryen princess finds herself torn between two men she's drawn to. Political games and family alliances keep pulling her in different directions. She has to find a way to stay true to herself and finally follow her heart. Aerion Targaryen | Valarr Targaryen

"They're incestuous aliens, Duncan. Blood magickers and tyrants who've burned our lands, enslaved our people, dragged us into their wars without a mote of respect for our history or our customs. Every pale haired brat they saddled on us has been madder than the last, gods know how...and everyone knows about Aerion and his cousin." Aerion Targaryen is the perfect definition of a Targaryen: breathtakingly beautiful, powerful but above all, driven by an unyielding fire that borders on pure madness. In his heart, there is room for only one person: his cousin, Aelerys. As the third child of Rhaegel Targaryen, Aelerys was forced to move to Summerhall in an attempt to cure her father's madness. It was there that she met Aerion, who soon developed a dark, suffocating obsession with her, one so intense that it ended up infecting her too. Because of this, rumors began to spread throughout Westeros, though everyone within the castle walls refused to believe them. From the day she met her cousin, Aelerys's life turned into a nightmare. It wasn't because of Aerion's love but due to a strange curse she knew nothing about, a curse that killed everyone she loved. Their love is doomed, dark and morbidly twisted. Bound by an obsession so deep, they will make dangerous enemies who will do anything to separate them.

Upon her return to King's Landing, the audacious and ambitious Princess Daenys Targaryen finds herself at the center of political games and whispered expectations, facing a scandal. Baelor, heir to the throne, has spent his life mastering restraint-an obedient son, a firm ruler, a man forged by responsibility. He knows what the kingdom demands of him. He doesn't know how to resist the temptation to be chosen. What begins with furtive glances and cautious words soon threatens to ignite a flame that could reshape the dynasty. In a court where every whisper carries weight, love may prove more dangerous than war. Some crowns are inherited. Others are won in flames. Started: 16/03/2026 Baelor Targaryen x Fem! OC Targaryen (Incest Uncle x Niece) ·˚✎ 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 #1 in #asoiaf #1 in #Baelortergaryen #1 in #Baelor #1 in #Daenystargaryen #1 in #Maekartargaryen #1 in #Duncan #1 in #houseofthedragon #1 in #egg #1 in #Martell #2 in #Housetargaryen #2 in #asongoficeandfire #2 in #Aegon #2 in #hotd #3 in #Housemartell #5 in #Valarr

In the sunlit courts of Dorne, the histories remember Princess Lyra Rhaenys Martell as a child of celebration and silver flame, born of sand and old Valyria. She was marked from the first by striking beauty and a restless, fervent heart that longed for something beyond ceremony and crown. Even in youth, her affections were given wholly and without caution, fixed upon a prince whose presence would come to shape her world. For though she was born to rule, it was love that would one day define her. OC x Baelor Targaryen I don't own the song of ice and fire universe, all plots/characters/storylines from that universe belong to George R.R Martin! I only own my OCs and my own small storylines. All images used were found on Pinterest!

After the deaths of her betrothed and her husband, Daenys Targaryen returns to Summerhall as little more than a burden her father cannot rid himself of. No man will have her now. Not with the whispers that follow her, not with the pattern no one dares to name. They call her cursed. A witch. A woman no man survives for long. Daenys has learned to endure it, to wear grief like silk, to play the quiet, obedient widow no one questions. It is easier that way. Easier than admitting the truth. The dreams never stopped. And lately they have begun to change. Because now, she sees him. Baelor. The one man she has never been able to want any less, no matter how wrong it is. In the waking world, he is distant but not in her dreams. Daenys knows that it isn't misfortune that follows her. She is the misfortune. And if Baelor has found his way into her visions then he may already be beyond saving.

Silver hair. Lavender eyes. A house that once ruled the skies. Princess Saera Targaryen was born after the dragons. She did not inherit their wings. Only their fire.