"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.

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.

In an age when the blood of the dragon ran thin and restless, there was born a daughter who would not be forgotten. Born of dragon's blood but shaped by Essos, by heat-hazed cities, foreign tongues, and a childhood shadowed by loss, Daena Blackfyre comes to Westerosi court already marked as other. She is too sharp for comfort and too watchful to be easily used. In a realm that distrusts what it cannot claim, her past is both weapon and wound. Her life has never been simple, promises have soured, loyalties have fractured and survival has demanded more than softness ever could. And then there is Aerion. Brightflame, beautiful and ruinous. Where he burns, the world bends yet where she stands, it steadies. Bound first by blood and courtly nearness, and later by something far more perilous, their fates coil together like twin strands of smoke. As tourneys turn to ash and exile carries them eastward, devotion curdles into obsession and ambition begins to taste like destiny. For dragons do not love gently. When two flames lean too close, the realm itself may burn.

"A falling star brings luck to those who see it." "The luck is all mine already, Elaena" To be the first princess born to House Targaryen in a generation is to have your fate sealed with your first cry. To have someone watching over you from the stars is to have your luck foretold, your path guided by their light. Or so Elaena Targaryen tells herself. Prince Maekar had long defied brothers and Kings alike to keep his little stargirl beside him. But the tourney at Ashford is a summons, and the King's word is law. Marriage is duty. But a falling star can change its course.

The world above her is full of fire and gold, but she knows only the rhythm of survival until a single note changes everything. 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC ©MONZIEE 2026.

What happens when the snake eats the dragon? 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 AERION TARGARYEN X FEM!OC X VALARR TARGARYEN. ©MONZIEE 2025.

They were born as twins of ruin beneath a blood-red sky, two cries echoing across the same storm. Aerion and Vaeyra Targaryen. Aerion was known for being cruel, arrogant and sadistic his sister Vaeyra was known for being more curious, sarcastic and delightfully unhinged but not in the way Aerion was. Where her brother was more sadistic and controlled with the madness Vaeyra was known for her mischievous nature and her bemused, apathetic and unpredictable behaviour. !18+! Toxic, violence, dark romance and sadistic behaviour.

"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."

She was born to be perfect. Avrora Torrance - daughter of Gabriel, masterpiece of Natalya - a ballerina sculpted into porcelain. Graceful. Obedient. Untouchable. But porcelain cracks. Behind the satin shoes and the flawless pirouettes lies a girl who smokes on rooftops, hides poetry in her journals, and dreams of escape. And then there's him. Will Grayson. Chaos in sneakers. Fire wrapped in laughter. The storm she was never meant to touch. Snow White or Black Swan - every fairytale has a curse. And every curse has a price.

A Killer. A Nobody. That's who she is; these are the things she knows about herself- or at least, what had been drilled into her since she can remember. Who is she to dispute it when she doesn't even know her own name? In a chain of events that lead her back to Prythian, back to her true home, she begins to remember. But it will prove to be a difficult task to figure out who she is now and if she can be the person she was before. It seems she has a part to play that has yet to be revealed. *Trigger Warning for implied/referenced SA* I do not own any of the ACOTAR characters or original storyline included. Those belong to our Queen, SJM.