Eleanor Tyrell was not kind. No one ever dared to question that and one had to be a fool to see gentleness where there was none at all. She did not conceal her cruelty, nor her pride. In fact, she thought it suited her. When Prince Maekar tried to wed his son Aerion in a desperate attempt to tame him, Lord Leo Tyrell didn't hesitate to secure that match for his own daughter, hoping it would tame her just the same. It didn't. Aerion and Eleanor were like flame to flame, igniting a wildfire, leaving nothing but destruction in their way. A match made in hell. Throughout the years they learned how to speak the same language, the language of ambition. The hunger for power ignited something inside of them, consuming both until there was nothing left of them anymore. Just death. || Aerion Targaryen X OC ||

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?

,, What will happen when the dragon falls in love with the lioness? Can their love survive or will it end in blood?,, AKOTSK Baelor 'Breakspear' Targaryen X Fem!OC

'what are you most afraid of?' 'losing you.' - unknown [I own absolutely nothing except my own character(s) that's I have created for this story. Everything else belongs to George RR Martin and the creator(s) of the HBO series A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms.]

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.

House Targaryen was forged in fire and remembered in blood. From that legacy, a prince was born who carried both like a birthright-Aerion Targaryen, a dragon in human skin. Exile did not tame him. It sharpened him. When Aerion returned, he came crowned in shadows, his smile colder, his wrath refined. The realm whispered his name like a prayer and a curse alike. To seal his power, he took a bride from his own blood-a cousin raised in light, obedience, and fragile hope. She was everything he was not. Soft-spoken. Unburnt. Untouched by darkness. He did not break her with chains. He bent her with fire. This was not a love story. It was a reign. Aerion Targaryen X Daenora Targaryen

we were born of flame. we ruled by fire. we conquer with blood. ▬▬▬▬▬ targaryen. a knight of the seven kingdoms fanfic female oc x aerion targaryen x slightly duncan the tall

࣭⸰ ★🐲 ᜔. ✦ ˖( JUDAS ）- Valaena Targaryen fue lo suficientemente ingenua como para creer que el amor protector de su hermano mayor era solo eso: protección. Cuando Aerion cruzó la línea que separa la hermandad de la posesión, la familia decidió "arreglarlo" casándola con su primo Valarr, el príncipe perfecto y honorable. La chica pensó que el matrimonio la liberaría. No sabía que Aerion nunca aceptaría perder lo que considera suyo... y que estaba dispuesto a destruir todo -incluido el hijo que ella ama- con tal de recuperarla. a knight of the seven kingdoms universe. aerion targaryen, valarr targaryen x female!oc. sundiors original fanfiction portada hecha por mi

when lord lyonel baratheon hosted a tourney at storms end in honor of his only daughters seventeenth nameday, the great houses of westeros assembled at the ancestral seat of house baratheon. even the house of the dragon had made the journey from the crownlands to here - gracing the tourney not only with the presence of the heir, prince baelor, but king daeron himself. an event worthy of the historybooks, just as lord baratheon intended - what had not been on his mind was the fact that his beloved daughter, the storms doe, had caught the eye of a dragon.

They taught her to be a lady. Her father taught her to kill. At Ashford, a mystery knight emerges-brutal, relentless, unknown. Aerion Brightflame craves what he cannot name. A lady's defiance. A warrior's violence. Valarr Targaryen offers devotion to a woman hiding a blade behind her smile. When the truth bleeds through, the game changes. Some crowns are given. Some are taken. Hers will be earned in blood and steel.