In the aftermath of Arthur Tudor's death, King Henry VII and his mother, Lady Margaret Beaufort quickly arrange Prince Harry, the new heir to the English Throne, marriage to Cecelia Borgia, the youngest daughter of Pope Alexander VI.

Ser Arthur Dayne, the legendary Sword of the Morning, is known across the Seven Kingdoms as the very image of chivalry - a knight sworn to honor, duty, and the white cloak of the Kingsguard. Loyal to his king and closest friend to Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, Arthur lives by the vows that bind him: to serve, to protect, and to love no woman. Princess Saera Targaryen, the eldest daughter of King Aerys II and Queen Rhaella, is everything the court whispers about - beautiful, kind, and gentle, with silver-gold hair and violet eyes like amethysts. Yet behind the smiles and royal grace lies a young woman shaped by loss, loneliness, and years spent far from home. From the moment Arthur is assigned as the young princess's sworn protector, an unexpected bond forms between them. What begins as quiet glances and shy smiles grows into something deeper through years of secret letters, stolen moments, and feelings neither of them should have. But in the dangerous court of the Red Keep, love is not a luxury either of them can afford. For Arthur is bound by his sacred vows... And Saera is a dragon princess whose life will never truly belong to her. As political tensions rise and fate begins to stir in the realm, their hearts will be tested between duty and desire - and some vows may prove harder to keep than others. Ser Arthur Dayne x Princess Saera Targaryen (OC) All characters belong to George R. R. Martin except for my original character.

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.

Two dragons. One soul. And a love the gods themselves would fear. "He was looking at her, and he could not breathe. His heart thundered against his ribs as the world tilted beneath him, and for a moment, he wondered if she was nothing more than a cruel illusion conjured by longing and memory. But she was real. She was back. His blood. His life. His devotion. And this time, he would never let her slip from his grasp again."*

In times of uncertainty, survival depends on measured, deliberate choices-the kind that decide between ruin and triumph. House Targaryen was no longer at the height of its power; with the loss of their dragons, they seemed less like gods among men and more like rulers stripped of divine favor. King Daeron II understood that the loyalty of the great houses could no longer be secured through fear alone, but through carefully woven alliances that bound them to King's Landing. Alara Tyrell, renowned throughout the Seven Kingdoms for her beauty and gentle heart, became an obvious choice. A union blessed by both the Targaryen king and his Dornish queen promised to tether the Reach to the Iron Throne. Yet one question lingered beneath the pageantry: was it truly possible for the delicate peony of Westeros not to wither-or worse, burn-beneath the iron will of the king's fourth son, a man forged in fire and expectation?

Prince Maekar Targaryen, a stern and dutiful fourth son of King Daeron II Targaryen, has always believed his life belongs to war, family, and duty-not love. Lady Maelora Velaryon, gentle, pious, and quietly strong, is everything he is not, yet she is the only person who can soften the iron in his heart. As they grow from childhood companions into something far deeper, the weight of their names, expectations, and destiny begins to threaten the fragile bond they have built. In a world of fire, power, and sacrifice, will their quiet love survive-or will duty tear them apart? Maekar Targaryen x OC!Velaryon All characters belong to George R.R. Martin except for my own characters in this story

"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.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐘, 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄. In which a lady of the Stormlands is tangled up in the vain games of Aerion Brightflame and her entire life is engulfed in flames. A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS Aerion Targaryen x OC

They say the eldest daughter of Maekar and Dyanna was sent to them as a remedy for Aerion, an apology for the madness he had been born with. Aerion Brightflame's reputation was loud, cruel, and inhuman most would say. But hearing that would only satisfy him. Aerion thought himself a dragon. He bent to no one. No one but Elaena of course, his precious jewel.