Love triangle: Original Female Character/Valarr Targaryen/Aerion Targaryen Elira's future has been decided ever since she was born. As a second-born daughter she is destined to join the people of Eruditi. Before her future is truly sealed, she's intending to seek out any and every experience she can. She sets out with her family to King's Landing for her sister's betrothal to prince Matarys Targaryen. Free-spirited and with a taste for novelty, she means to explore the Red Keep and the world that surrounds it. She builds friendships with a prince or two. As Prince Aerion's obsession with her grows, so does her bond with Prince Valarr. It all seems to be going well... Until it starts to go awry, making her less and less sure of her future.

"𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞?" A scandal forces Aerion to take a wife, he chooses the one woman who wants nothing to do with him. Alys Karstark only wanted a quiet life of prayer and duty. Instead she's sent south, into the city of sin and married to the very temptation she spent years trying to pray away. ------ aerion targaryen x oc!karstark

━━━ 𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ( 𝐱 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 ) ✧ After publicly humiliating her (vehemently undesired) betrothed in a duel, a Martell princess is sent to Summerhall - theoretically as an honored guest, and practically as an exile. Aerion seems to find this incredibly hilarious. Maekar regrets ever agreeing. ( in which, subversion of expectations is an art that few master and even fewer appreciate. Luckily, the appreciative few grow to extend beyond the one-man-crowd of her brother in Sunspear. Unluckily, it extends to a handful of Targaryens - with all the complications that implies. ) EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE c4cturne, 2026 (also on ao3)

ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. ᴡᴀʀs. ᴋɪɴɢs. ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟs. ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ. ғᴀʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ, ᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴅᴇs ᴏғ ᴍᴇɴ ʀɪsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀʟʟ ᴀs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs ᴏɴ ᴀ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ ᴍᴏᴠᴇs ʙʟɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ɪᴛs ғᴀᴛᴇ. ʏᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅs ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴇɴᴅs. AKOTSK FANFICTION - Hesperia

when a creature's born wild they're never truly to be tamed. femoc x aerion targaryen.

In all good stories Valarr had heard of duty and honour, the noble knight served his queen with favour and grace. Though when he and his father were summoned to Kings Landing, called to serve the King, Valarr knew he was soon expected to fulfil his own inevitable duty. With prospects looming over his head and the thought of a lifetime of duty, Valarr kept his resolve. This was what he was preparing for, what he knew was written for him, what the Gods had set for him. But the Old Gods were not dead, they still had a hand to play. ---------------------------- Valarr Targaryen x oc.

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝. 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. ━━━━⊱ ༒︎ ⊰━━━━ All characters belong to George R.R Martin, besides my original character! Also, some much-needed information: both Aerion and the original character are 18. I will not mention a lot of characters that WEREN'T included in the AKOTSK series. This takes place after the Trial of Seven. Some things and situations may be inaccurate or non-canon for the sake of the plot. Warnings: strong language, manipulation, alcohol, 18+ themes, violence, blood and death. You have been warned.

In the North, they whisper that winter is coming. In the South, they whisper of dragons. Lyra Stark is about to learn which burns colder. She is the quiet one. The good daughter. The girl who learned early that safety lives in silence. When Lord Edwyle Stark sails for King's Landing, Lyra expects a season of boredom and politeness before she can return to the grey walls of Winterfell. She does not expect Prince Aerion. He is a Targaryen. Silver hair, violet eyes and a smile that promises either salvation or ruin. The court calls him Brightflame. They do not say it fondly. He is brilliant, capricious and capable of cruelties that haunt the whispers of the Red Keep. And he has noticed her. Lyra knows she should run. Every instinct screams it. But the wolf in her has never met the dragon before and something in his fire calls to something in her blood that she didn't know existed. A dark romance inspired by the world of Game of Thrones. Characters, timelines and events have been reimagined. If you want canon accuracy, read the books. If you want a she-wolf and a dragon playing with fire, read on.

In the high halls of the Eyrie, Lady Alyra Arryn learned a simple truth: Power does not belong to the kind. It belongs to those who are willing to take it. Sent to King's Landing for the wedding of Prince Baelor Targaryen and the young Princess Aelora, Alyra arrives at court with a purpose hidden behind gentle smiles and graceful manners. The lords of the realm see only a quiet daughter of the Vale. They do not see the mind watching every move. When Prince Aerion Targaryen - brilliant, dangerous, and feared - becomes fascinated by the calm young lady who does not tremble before him, Alyra realizes the game has begun. But court is more treacherous than she imagined. Princess Aelora offers her friendship. Prince Valarr Targaryen sees too much. And ambition has a price even Alyra may not be ready to pay. As loyalties shift and hearts betray their owners, Alyra must decide how far she is willing to go to place her blood upon the Iron Throne. Because in King's Landing, love is weakness. And the game is already in motion.

Celestia Dayne, Lady of Starfall, Princess of Dorne, was said by many to have been blessed by the Gods themselves. Born tan skin, dark hair, and with a pair of striking violet eyes that looked celestial themselves. Her soft, angel like features clashed with her strong Dornish blood, giving her what people said was an ethereal look. As Celestia grew, so did her reputation throughout not only Starfall but Westeros itself. She had always been a quiet girl, an observer of sorts whose expression seemed to rarely change. Her eyes, they spoke for her more than she ever had to. The people spoke of her looks and gentle demeanor more than anything else. And indeed she was beautiful, yet eerie. Like there was something she knew that the rest did not, like those eyes let her see straight through people. The people of Starfall would call her The Fallen Angel, The Mourning Star, The Beauty of Dawn. Those names carried themselves with travel. As spring came around, the flowers began to bloom, and so did her eight and ten nameday. Baelor Targaryen, in hopes of maintaining a relationship between the Daynes and Targaryens, encouraged a tournament to be held at Summerhall in her honor. Celestia's father obliged willingly, Celeste not as enthusiastic, but out of duty. Please feel free to comment, ask questions, share thoughts, and more! This is my first time writing in a few years! I have an art portfolio due which will be taking up a lot of my time, but after May 8th I should be updating regularly, if not daily. Thank you!