Prince Valarr Targaryen, son of Baelor Targaryen, was carefully sculpted to be the perfect prince. But the death of his beloved wife, Elayne Redwyne, left a hollow space in his chest that duty could not fill. In the cold wake of his loss, he found warmth in the one place he should have feared to look: the tempting arms of Lady Lysara Loraqen. Lysara is renowned for being clever, with a beauty that surpasses the muck of Westeros, and-most dangerously-the shackled wife of the volatile, Prince Aerion Targaryen. What began as a whispered confidence in a dark corridor has spiraled into a feverish obsession. For Valarr, Lysara is no longer just comfort; she is a necessity. But for Aerion, possession is the only law. Known for a temper that burns hotter than wildfire, Aerion views his wife as his absolute domain. The one thing no one can claim ownership over, but himself. In a court where every wall has ears, and every shadow has eyes, Valarr and Lysara play a lethal game of heated liaison. They dance recklessly on the edge of a blade, knowing that if Aerion were to suspect of their betrayal, the Dragonpit will run red with more than just old blood.

"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.

Memento mori-remember that you must die, and remember too how fiercely you might live when given the knowledge of impending loss. In which Delphine Fossoway, who loved without restraint and lost without mercy, is granted an impossible second chance to rewrite the last year of her life. Valarr Taragryen x Fem!OC cover by @runlikeh3ll

that day of wrath, that dreadful day, shall heaven and earth in ashes lay / the mighty trumpet's wondrous tone shall rend each tomb's sepulchral stone and summon all before the throne Ormund Hightower x Fem! OC

This is the second book. Read Gods Cursed I first!! Or don't, idk.

Pylades: I'll take care of you. Orestes: It's rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it's you. Amaryllis Penrose is a professional meddler and the untraceable author of the Red Keep's most notorious scandal sheet, which is filled with a delightful compilation of gossip, unsolicited honesty, questionable poetry, and an advice column that has dismantled half the court's best suitors. Further complicating matters is her very much fabricated betrothal with Prince Daeron Targaryen, who only agreed to the arrangement so they could both avoid persistent matchmaking and get on with their actual hobbies (his: melancholy; hers: social disruption). DaeronTaragryen x Fem!OC

"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."

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, the Original Sin was comitted. Where guilt met desire, And innocence met corruption, And submission met control. 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 a player in the game now set in motion, ready to spread her corruption and influence from the heart of the court itself. All while fighting to dominate the one feeling that has ever eluded her control: a love born under the eyes of the Faith.

Elēni Targaryen oraz Aemond Targaryen znani z przekazów jako jedni z najbardziej okrutnych i bezwzględnych władców Siedmiu Królestw. Mimo krótkiego panowania pozostawili po sobie trwałe, bolesne piętno. Ich zakazana miłość, choć dawała im ukojenie, okazała się destrukcyjna, prowadząc ich na drogę nieodwracalnej zagłady. Bieg zdarzeń, postacie oraz czas akcji zostały zmienione na potrzeby opowiadania! Wszelkie prawa autorskie są zastrzeżone!