He is fire; she fears the flames. Naerys Velaryon, firstborn of Rhaenyra Targaryen, bears the blood of the dragon yet carries a curse that sets her apart: a terror of fire. When her mother's claim hung by a thread, she was bound in childhood to her uncle, Aemond Targaryen - a union forged not of love, but as the price exacted for the loss of his eye. Ten years later, Naerys returns to King's Landing to fulfill her duty. Yet her betrothed is no longer the boy she once knew. Aemond is vengeance made flesh, as sharp and unforgiving as the blades he wields. In a court ruled by treachery, where oaths shatter as swiftly as they are sworn, they must set aside their grievances... if only to seize what they both covet: the Iron Throne. And in the game they are forced to play, hatred may prove the only thing more perilous than desire. All rights belong to George RR Martin and HBO House of The Dragon, except any original characters and canon divergence on this story.

Falling for Jaime Lannister was the most treacherous act that Joan Stark could commit. She knew her family would never forgive her. But she was in too deep now, lost in the depths of his emerald gaze...and she couldn't get her heart back from the Kingslayer if she tried. 🏆 #1 in Jaime Lannister 🏆 #1 in Game of Thrones Fanfiction 🏆 #3 in Game of Thrones Copyright 2016-2017 © All Rights Reserved [Jaime Lannister/OC] [Game of Thrones] Cover by @QueenMimi96

kalon (uncountable) Ideal perfect beauty in the physical and moral sense, especially as perceived by Greek philosophers. {House of the Dragon} {Season 1 - ???} {Aemond Targaryen x OC}

❛❛ Aemond yearned for her, that much she knew. It was a pity duty held a crown over her head, for Hira would have gladly fallen into his desire. ❜❜ - Hira, known to the Seven Kingdoms as Daemon's bastard daughter. In Leng, a Princess, a daughter of the God-Empress. To avoid the war brewing in Leng, she is sent to her father for safekeeping. Her Valyrian roots deem her too Targaryen, whilst her Lengii appearance make her a foreigner in Westeros. Never has she once fit in and perhaps that is why the silver haired Prince Aemond keeps a close, interested eye. Loyal to no one but herself, Hira soon realises that she has traded one war for another. Except in this one, history will know her name. - House of the Dragon | Aemond Targaryen

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Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, Lady of Runestone, was not born of love. Nor passion. Nor even a sense of duty. She was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge. But even a child born of such darkness can find her way to the light. With her mother dead, and father flown across the Narrow Sea with a new wife, the girl is taken in by her Aunt, the Queen Alicent Hightower, to be raised among the little family she has left. There, she finds her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. The two spend long nights in the palace library together, studying the histories of both Old Valyria and the First Men, seeking to understand who they are and where they fit in the world. But finding that place proves more difficult than in the fairy tales they read. The seeds of disaster were laid long before they were born, and as tensions in the family rise, it seems as though their places may begin to diverge. Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

"𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗱; 𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆; 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁." Aemond Targaryen was never the one to fight against his own family, fulfilling his mother's wish to marry Drusilla Tyrell, the Realm's Beauty and Soul. But the more he observes this woman the more he notices that something is, indeed, wrong with her. Perhaps, Drusilla Tyrell is not as stupid and foolish as she pretends to be? Or maybe the truth beyond long lashes and big blue eyes is more terrifying than he can even imagine? tyrell!oc/aemond targaryen

Aemond Targaryen was made of fire, but his heart was stone cold and his icy stare could leave one shivering. Alyarra Stark was made of ice, but her heart was a warm one and she radiated warmth to everyone and anyone she interacted with. It was a pact of Ice and Fire. Will the two be able to co-exist? Or will one prevail over the other? - *Female OC x Aemond Targaryen*

"Look at me." Aemond ordered as Elyana complied, her breathing growing more wild as she eyed the sword that was an inch away from her face. "Why do you cry, child?" Aemond questioned, a smug grin creeping unto his face. The servant looked up at him, tears falling from her eyes as his sword came just a tad bit closer to her face. It was just millimeters away from actually touching her. "Speak!" The Prince demanded as Elyana took a breath, her eyes filling with rage at her master. "Who would not cry when a sword is pointed at them?" She spat at him with clear disdain in her tone, making him raise a brow. The girl was brave. - In which Aemond Targaryen finds himself loathing yet obsessed with his new handmaiden. But the line between hate and love is a thin one, almost too thin. - *AEMOND TARGARYEN X FEMALE OC* (This a an Aemond Targaryen story, all credit goes to House of The Dragon except for Elyana Rotchamsey and all of her storylines).

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