Fanfiction of George RR Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire and HBO''s Game of Thrones Laena Snow, twin to Jon Snow, but secretly the daughter of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen, is a child blessed and cursed by prophecy. She has the beauty of her mother, the quiet strength of her uncle, and the dragon's blood burning beneath her skin. A greenseer and dragon-dreamer both, her visions threaten to unravel the peace Ned Stark has fought to keep. To protect her, he binds her magic through a wildling witch's spell, warning that if Laena ever leaves the North, her powers, and the truth of her blood, will awaken. But fate, kings, and dragons have little regard for oaths. Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction inspired by George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire and its related adaptations. All original characters, settings, and storylines belonging to George R. R. Martin, HBO, and their respective copyright holders are used here in a transformative, non-commercial way for creative exploration. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is purely for entertainment and not for profit.

Named after Argella Durrandon, daughter of the last Storm King during Aegon's Conquest, Argella Baratheon is the eldest daughter of King Robert I Baratheon and Queen Cersei of House Lannister. Princess Argella is the only legitimate child the queen bore to the king, inheriting her father's luscious black curls and his blue eyes with green and golden flecks from her mother. King Robert has a special fondness for Argella among his children. He readily grants her every request, much to her mother's annoyance. So when the royal princess expressed her desire to marry Ser Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer, and the twin of her mother, Robert couldn't refuse. "What did you say?" the king asked, pretending not to have heard his daughter the first time. The room fell silent, no one daring to make a sound or take a breath. "I wish to wed Ser Jaime of House Lannister, father," the princess repeated. She displayed the confidence of a Lannister and the bravery of a Baratheon. Argella observed her mother's calculated movements in her seat beside her father, her eyes as predatory as the lion of her house. Argella met her gaze, challenging her will, and the queen scoffed. "May I remind you, child, that my brother, your uncle, is a member of the King's Guard, sworn to protect the King for life, to own no land, take no wife, and bear no children?" "Oh," Robert dismissed her with a wave, "The Kingslayer abandoned those vows the moment he drove his sword through Aerys' back." Cersei looked at him in disbelief, "You can't be serious, Robert." Argella's lips curled upward. She knew she had won her father over, and not even her mother, the queen, could change that, as she had failed to do so before. "Is that truly what you desire, my child?" her father asked again, reluctant as any father would be but willing to grant his daughter's wish. The princess nodded slightly, "Yes, Father," she replied, "It's all I've ever wanted."

"Love and duty are two cages wrought of gold - one you enter, the other you are born inside." When Lady Joanna Lannister dies, her ten-year-old daughter Liora inherits not only her mother's beauty but her burdens. As her father serves the Iron Throne, the child becomes the lady of Casterly Rock - keeper of her siblings, guardian of her house, and the quiet soul who holds the West together with grace and restraint. Years later, a prince comes west. The tourney at Lannisport should have been Cersei's triumph, but when Prince Rhaegar's eyes find Liora instead, a new chain is forged - one of gold, politics, and duty. Bound to a man she does not love, Liora must balance her father's ambition, her sister's envy, and the dangerous affections that grow between the walls of her own home. To protect her family, she will do the unthinkable: break what must be broken and bear the sin herself. Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction inspired by George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire and its related adaptations. All original characters, settings, and storylines belonging to George R. R. Martin, HBO, and their respective copyright holders are used here in a transformative, non-commercial way for creative exploration. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is purely for entertainment and not for profit.

Set in the years before the events of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, this story follows Rhaella Targaryen, a quiet and distant daughter of Maekar Targaryen, whose fragile mind bears the same affliction that once plagued his brother. Kept close and hidden from a world she does not fully understand, her condition is managed, contained-and never spoken of. But in trying to protect her from the fate that claimed his kin, Maekar's careful watch begins to take a darker shape. As silence grows heavier than any outburst, the line between duty and devotion only seem to blur. In a house where blood remembers, some inheritances cannot be outrun. (This fanfic will loosely follow the original timeline/plot of the franchise, however not everything will be true to the story and i will change a few things)

𓅆 ⋆˚࿔ 𓅆 They called her the 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊-beautiful, beloved, and far too cherished by her father to be treated as a mere pawn. Lady 𝐋𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐧, eldest daughter of Lord Donnel 𝕬𝖗𝖗𝖞𝖓 and Lady Kyra 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐, was meant to wed Lord Oscar Tully. But fate had other plans, and death stole her betrothed before they could say their vows. A year later, the realm is stunned when she is promised to Prince Baelor Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. A political match. A future queen. A prince she was never meant to love. Yet in a kingdom where alliances are forged with blood and broken with fire, Lysierra may discover that destiny has always had plans of its own. Perhaps the gods took away one future because they had written her a greater one. 𓅆 Lysierra drew herself up. "Yes, my father is your loyal subject, Your Grace. But I am still my mother's daughter." A flicker crossed Queen Myriah's face. Lady Kyra smiled openly now. "I am a Stark woman." "If Prince Baelor does not desire me, then I will not allow myself to be tossed around like a rag doll from one arrangement to another." Lord Donnel closed his eyes. "Lysierra..." "And if I ever feel that is what this marriage becomes," she continued, her voice unwavering, "then I shall return to the Vale that very instant." Prince Maekar barked a short laugh. Queen Myriah hid a smile behind her cup. Lysierra met the king's gaze directly. "I may not be a princess, Your Grace, and my father may not be a king like you. But in the Vale, I am treated like one." Silence followed. Lord Donnel looked as though he wished the floor would swallow him. Then, unexpectedly, King Daeron laughed. A warm, surprised laugh. "My lady," he said, "you sound very much like your mother." Lady Kyra raised her goblet.

(Book I) Hidden from the court and the world, Seraphina Vaelryon grows up in Dorne, a hidden child of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Laenor Velaryon. Sent away under the lie of a rare "dragon scale deformity," she is raised in isolation-except by her father and the Dornish royal family, who love her as their own. A prodigy in battle, diplomacy, and leadership, Seraphina earns the fierce loyalty of Dorne's people, becoming their beloved little princess, truly adored where her mother's name "The Realms Delight" rings hollow in the hearts of many, noble and commoner alike. But when Laenor dies suddenly in King's Landing, a shadow of suspicion follows her: could her Mother's ambition have played a deadly role in her father's death? With only questions and a legacy to uphold, Seraphina returns to the capital years later, dragon and phoenix at her side, to defend her family's honor and assert the strength of House Velaryon. Caught in a web of ambition, deceit, and desire, she must navigate a treacherous court-and a dangerous love triangle. Prince Daemon Targaryen sees in her the reflection of everything he loves and hates about her mother, while Prince Aemond Targaryen's ambition burns as fiercely as her own. In a realm built on bloodlines and lies, Seraphina must choose not only her loyalty, but her heart-and forge her own destiny from the ashes of betrayal. ---

𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘿𝙄𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘿𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ ongoing [ AKOTSK 𝗫 Aerion Targaryen X oc ] ━ [ 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞... 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞r"] ✦˚₊ ‧ ━━━━━━ IN WHICH A YOUNG MARTELL OF TARGARYEN BLOOD, Naerys, finds herself ensnared in ancestral guilt. Raised under the shadow of her family's turbulent legacy, she believes her life's purpose is to save her mother, a living penance for the sins etched into her bloodline. As she navigates treacherous court intrigues, a tempest of inner conflict, forbidden bonds, and a desperate fight to reclaim her own narrative amidst the roaring storm of her lineage.. FULL SUMMARY INSIDE ] - If you think this has a happy ending, you clearly haven't been paying attention

❛ I WON'T DENY I'VE GOT IN MY MIND NOW ALL THE THINGS I WOULD DO SO I TRY TO TALK REFINED FOR FEAR THAT YOU FIND OUT HOW I'M IMAGININ' YOU ❜ ❝you will never have to beg for anything from me❞ [ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE || MAEKAR TARGARYEN X OC || EIGHT PARTS || PART OF THE BORN OF A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE SERIES || © mags-writes ]

Aerion Targaryen x OC Female Baelor's daughter. Aerion's plaything. Elyra Targaryen wasn't born for a throne; she was born for a leash. While the realm sees a princess, her cousin sees a pet. It's a brutal, physical addiction to the weight of his hand and the snap of his voice. She should fight him. Instead, she's learning to crave the crawl. Same blood. Darker burn. Forced submission... until she snaps. This story leans heavily into tragedy and angst - if that's not your thing, it might not be the right read for you.

"Goodbye papa, please prey for me" - Seasons In The Sun - 2023 Remaster Vaella Targaryen was a delicate, melancholy beauty, whispered about in ballads and spoken of reverently by her own parents. She moved like silk through the world-soft, luminous, untouchable. And yet Aerion Brightflame had decided she was something to be torn apart, piece by piece, with teeth and claws. Cover by @marvelgirl_10 !!