Prince Maekar Targaryen, a stern and dutiful fourth son of King Daeron II Targaryen, has always believed his life belongs to war, family, and duty-not love. Lady Maelora Velaryon, gentle, pious, and quietly strong, is everything he is not, yet she is the only person who can soften the iron in his heart. As they grow from childhood companions into something far deeper, the weight of their names, expectations, and destiny begins to threaten the fragile bond they have built. In a world of fire, power, and sacrifice, will their quiet love survive-or will duty tear them apart? Maekar Targaryen x OC!Velaryon All characters belong to George R.R. Martin except for my own characters in this story

𖤓 ⋆˙ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 in the later years of the reign of daeron ii targaryen, princess elaena targaryen came of age beneath watchful eyes. the only child of prince aerys targaryen and lady aelinor penrose, she was paraded, praised, and nearly promised more times than she cared to count. yet amid the shifting designs of lords and councillors stood prince valarr targaryen, heir to a future even heavier than her own. what began as companionship endured through disappointment and delay, until, after many trials and thwarted designs, their betrothal was at last agreed, not merely for the good of the realm, but because both had chosen it. VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC ALL RIGHTS TO HBO AND GRRM.

𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓇𝒶 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇, 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃. 𝒴𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓊𝓂 𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓇𝓎𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓈, 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈-𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒜𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒

[PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS‼️] IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel in the slums of Flea Bottom leaves King's Landing on a turnip cart, in hopes to make more coin at Ashford Meadow. She crosses paths with a hedge knight whose never experienced the touch of a woman. Not only was he the tallest man she's ever seen-but the first to ever show her what love truly is. She also catches the attention of a Targaryen prince, becoming his object of desire-and subject to his cruel ways of pleasure. ( A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction ) ( Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Commoner OC x Aerion Targaryen )

"But there is one thing we desire more than each other," she whispered. Her lips brushed his, barely a touch, light as breath. A provocation. "Power." Eleanor Tyrell was not kind. No one ever dared to question that and one had to be a fool to see gentleness where there was none at all. She did not conceal her cruelty, nor her pride. In fact, she thought it suited her. When Prince Maekar tried to wed his son Aerion in a desperate attempt to tame him, Lord Leo Tyrell didn't hesitate to secure that match for his own daughter, hoping it would tame her just the same. It didn't. Aerion and Eleanor were like flame to flame, igniting a wildfire, leaving nothing but destruction in their way. A match made in hell. The hunger for power ignited something inside of them, consuming both until there was nothing left of them anymore. Just death. || Aerion Targaryen X OC (A little Daeron) ||

"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."