"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.

The dragons were dead. The blood of the dragon ran thin. But in the veins of Daena Blackfyre, the fire never went out. An exile with the scent of Eastern Cities on her skin and the shroud of a fallen rebellion in her shadow, Daena has spent a lifetime turning her scars into a suit of armour. Yet, she does not return to Westeros to claim a throne, but to harvest a debt. She is a woman of mystery, whispers and secrecy. A mistress of compacts and blood rites. She is an unseen spider in a world of loud men, a weaver of fates. In a world of loud men, she is the silent architect of ruin, a weaver of fates who knows that the world is merely a web and will is the hand that pulls the strings. And the will of the Gods must be followed. But even a weaver can be ensnared. In Prince Aerion Targaryen, she finds her mirror and her match, a man of wildfire and madness who seeks to own the very shadow that haunts him. He is the entitlement she despises and the fire she craves. Bound first by blood and courtly nearness and later by something far more perilous, their fates coil together like twin strands of smoke. A match that threatens to incinerate both West and East. A flame that will consume the very line of succession. A flame perfect to burn the woods and pave the path for The One to walk. A longggggggg slow-burn with loads of political drama!!!

"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.