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

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

"In the secrecy of night politics held no sway, and gods kept no dominion. There was only the sacred, blasphemous truth of love." OR in which the Seven have always meant something greater for Alyrie Targaryen (even before she was a girl, before Gwayne was knighted and sworn to protect her) house of the dragon. gwayne hightower / targaryen original character.

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!