En los callejones ardientes de Desembarco del Rey, existe un burdel cuya fama recorre todo Poniente: La Rosa de Plata. Allí trabaja Lyanna Rivers, una joven de 18 años cuyo aspecto etéreo le ha otorgado un apodo que la persigue a donde vaya: "la Única Princesa". Nadie sabe realmente de dónde proviene, pero todos coinciden en algo: hay en ella una luz que no encaja con aquel mundo de sombras. Una noche, buscando olvidar la rabia y el peso de su propio linaje, el príncipe Aemond Targaryen cruza las puertas del burdel. No esperaba nada... hasta que la ve. En un instante, el resto del salón deja de existir. Su porte suave, su mirada contenida, su extraña mezcla de inocencia y fuerza lo desarman por completo. Desde ese momento, Aemond no puede arrancarla de sus pensamientos. Una obsesión silenciosa, abrasadora, despierta en él. Y así nace un peligroso hilo de destino: un príncipe que quiere algo (o a alguien) sólo para sí, y una joven cuyo pasado podría incendiar los cimientos de la corte si alguna vez saliera a la luz. El juego apenas comienza, y en Poniente, desear es siempre el primer paso hacia la destrucción.

Born in the heart of fire and blood, Saera Velaryon, the eldest daughter and heir of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, was a child beloved beyond measure-a princess draped in adoration, raised to believe the Iron Throne was her birthright. The realm called her *Saera the Spoiled*, for she had never known a world where she was not treasured. But war does not spare even the most cherished. When the Dance of the Dragons erupts, the realm fractures between Black and Green. Prince Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed rider of Vhagar, stands at the forefront of the war, a blade in the name of his mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, and his brother, King Aegon II. A warrior forged in anger, ruthless and unyielding, but was his sword ever truly theirs to start? Aemond harbors a secret-a devotion that undermines the very cause he supposedly fights for. For all his wrath and violence, his heart has been lost to Saera since childhood, bound to her by longing, by fate, by a love neither of them dared to name. When duty and desperation forced them into an marriage before the war broke, their union was meant to be a bridge between Green and Black, a political bond to quell animosity and resentment. But beneath the weight of war and betrayal, behind closed doors and whispered confessions, *love*-unyielding, undeniable-has already taken root. Their love is a treasonous thing, a flame burning between two sides sworn to destroy each other. And in the end, when the blood of kin stains the realm and dragons fall from the sky, Aemond must make a choice-his family or his wife, his crown or his heart. For what is duty when weighed against devotion? And what is a throne when set against love? _ "And then the storm broke, and the dragons danced."

Far from the machinations of the capital and the burning core of Targaryen power, the fourth daughter of Viserys and Alicent grows up in the ancient city of Oldtown, shaped by the careful hands of her Hightower kin. While the press and PR teams of the realm's two most powerful families tear each other apart amid scandals fueled by her siblings, the young princess keeps herself as far from cameras and headlines as she possibly can. Discreet, soft-spoken, unassuming, Alyrie Targaryen is exactly the polished creation Oldtown meant her to be. Behind closed doors, the story is another creature entirely. Caught between Lord Hightower's ambition and the quiet temptation of her uncle Gwayne, Alyrie prepares to trade Oldtown for the capital-returning to a home poisoned by scandal, unrest, and the creeping shadow of a succession crisis ready to fracture the realm. An arranged marriage hangs over her and Prince Aemond. A web of secrets stretches from Oldtown to King's Landing. A dark, carefully buried childhood. The silent gaze of God fixed upon her every step. And the Capital Sins waiting to be unleashed.

❝ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʀ ɴɪɴᴇ? ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ? ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴꜰᴀʟʟ ❞ ⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨ ♱ ୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Kyranna Stark, the youngest and only sister to Lord Cregan Stark, has only known grief and the pure white hills of the North. She'd lived a somewhat usual life, a normal as she could, but growing up was bound to change that. Tensions rise in the south; Cregan can't keep an eye on everything in the North and the politics of the south, so it slowly starts to fall on Kyranna's shoulders. She must learn to navigate the brutal path where sacrifice, loyalty and love collide. ...or 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Jacaerys Velaryon had been shunned all his life, whispers from the Lords and Ladies followed him everywhere, scrutinising his every move. It became easier to tune out but never impossible. He saw it in the way people looked at him, could practically feel the judgement radiating off their skin. But when a certain Stark looks at him in a way no one ever else has things change. Suddenly, Jacaerys only wants Kyranna to see him and to escape the weight of the world's pressure through her eyes.

how my poor heart aches with every step you take every move you make and every vow you break every smile you fake, every claim you stake i'll be watching you harry potter, goblet of fire ( harry potter x female oc )

Did I cross the line? milaena tyrell once exiled only to be forced back to kingslanding. and to make the situation worse, a proposal was in order without milaena's knowing. 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏 - ?? 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

"come daena, sit with me," said the woman, taking her place at a bright wooden table while undoing her intricate hairstyle, letting the copper hair rest on her shoulders. "but the day is beautiful and the wind is favorable! qēlos will surely enjoy flying!" she answered, silently trying to move towards the door. "the sun will be out for many more hours and I'm sure your dragon will be in the mood to fly even later," she said calmly. "all right alaena! but know that I will never understand your obsession with this game!" she said almost capriciously, sitting heavily in the chair opposite her sister. "your eyes deceive you, dear daena, this is not a game, this is war, our war," she said calmly advancing a green pawn. [ fem!oc x gwayne h. fem!oc x many pairings ] house of the dragon. fire and blood. fanfic ocs & canon characters all rights reserved Ⓒ︎

𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 is born too late to inherit and too early to be spared. The youngest child of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent grows up in the shadow of crowns and blades, learning that power is not given, it is taken, kept, and defended at any cost. targaryenoc x aemondtargaryen targaryenoc x aegoniitargaryen taragryenoc x femoc (time wise show accurate) I don't own any of the characters except for my ocs !! (Daeron is replaced by Aemara. Instead of living in Oldtown, she grew up in Kingslanding.)

The youngest daughter of the crown, Alyrie Targaryen, was raised in the pious shadow of the Hightower of Oldtown. But beneath the sacred light of the Seven, she discovered a temptation that would become her Original Sin. Now, summoned home to a court teetering on the brink of war, the Greens await their pious pawn. But Alyrie returns to King's Landing as the architect of her own Eden lost, ready to spread her corruption from the heart of the court itself. Gwayne Hightower x OC Aemond Targaryen x OC Aegon Targaryen x OC

In which Louise De La Gardie-the youngest of the pureblood family-is expelled from Beauxbatons. Sent to Hogwarts amidst the beginning of her third year, Louise is sorted into Slytherin; her older brother's pride and joy-in turn becoming a distrusted outcast who, it seems, has caught the eye of Draco Malfoy, the slytherin prince himself. [Currently re-writing chapters 2, 3 and 4! So if you get notifications on updates and there are no new chapters, that's why! :)] 🏆 #6 ON DRACOFANFIC 🏆 #9 ON MALFOY 🏆 #18 ON DRACOLOVESTORY