Velarium (n., Latin, neuter) /veˈlaː.ri.um/ A canopy drawn against the harshness of light ; a veil held between the self and what would otherwise burn. In ancient arenas, it softened the sun without banishing it, a quiet mercy that made endurance possible. By extension ; a fragile shelter that does not change the world, only the way it is borne. baelor targaryen x oc

Shaera Rivers was born from the union of the Great Bastards. Daughter of the two most dangerous shadows in Westeros, Bloodraven and Shiera Seastar. Granddaughter of King Aegon Targaryen the Unworthy, Lady Melissa Blackwood, and Serenei of Lys. Valarr Targaryen was the heir's heir, the golden prince of his age, tethered by honor to a crown he was born to protect. And Shaera Rivers was the bastard's bastard. No matter how noble her lineage appeared, her roots were rotten with the shame of her birth. Their love was a bond that no king would sanction and no realm would ever tolerate. ~ "Who is that?" Kiera asked, her voice tighter than she intended. Lady Ellyn's lips curved slightly. "That is her.. Prince Valarr's beloved." The word struck like a stone. "Beloved?" "Indeed." Ellyn's eyes followed Shaera's hands as the shears moved with quiet precision. "When Valarr looks at her, he sees flowers, lilies, roses, something rare and delicate. But watch closely my dear." Her voice dropped to a velvet whisper. "He sees blossoms... while her hands close only around poisonous weeds." Kiera hesitated. "She looks... fragile. Almost ethereal." "So does frost." Ellyn murmured. "Right before it kills the harvest." Her voice lowered into a silken warning. "Do not let the silver hair deceive you. Beneath that glow is a girl who climbed into a prince's heart using tricks no septa would ever teach. They say... she has enchanted him." Her gaze slid back to Kiera, sharp and knowing. "If I were you.." She said softly. "I'd ensure Prince Valarr remembers the difference between a highborn rose and a common weed before she sows any more seeds in his head..."

All the sudden she was all he dreamed off, never a night but always a dream. Will Daeron Targaryen finally pull himself away from his own demons and accept love or lose himself?

"Let the Stranger claim me, but not my last verse." 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC ©MONZIEE 2026.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝙋𝙊𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 They say Prince Aerion Brightflame always revealed his anger through violence and raised voices, while Aelena Targaryen hid her cruelty behind grace and beauty. She wore innocence like a mask, a serpent beneath silk. Aerion saw the danger and loved her anyway. He let the snake bite, and once the venom spread, there was no escaping what had been written. He never would have believed that a clever woman with soft eyes would be his doom.

𝘼𝙈 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙔𝘼𝙇, 𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙑𝙀, 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙍𝙐𝙀? ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ ongoing [ Akotsk 𝗫 Valarr Targaryen /oc ] ━ [She was the shadow he left behind, and the only light that might reach him."] ✦˚₊ ‧ ━━━━━━ --OH, FAIR AEREA TARGARYEN, eldest daughter of Prince Rhaegal Targaryen, burdened to care for him. A girl born of quiet strength and tenderness. Her silver blonde hair with a brunette lock and mismatched eyes. She carries the might of Visenya upon her shoulders || FULL SUMMARY INSIDE ]

- disclaimer: I've made some changes to the actual plot and characters of the got universe which I will explain in the author's note, please don't come after me - "𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕" - Donna Tartt, The Secret History Nyra Martell was never one to follow the rules. Both Targaryen and dornish blood flowing in her veins could be held accountable for her constant crave for adrenaline. So, when she's forced to leave for King's Landing an immediate need to experience something new awakens inside her. On foreign land surrounded by strange people, she has to figure out her own way of fitting into the Targaryen family picture. On the other hand there's Valarr Targaryen. The Young Prince, heir to the Iron Throne. He is methodical, calculated and an image of restraint. That is of course up to when a strange dornish Princess arrives at the gates of King's Landing ready to make him break every rule and value he ever held. Will they find a common ground? Or are their differences enough to make them keep stepping in each others ways?

꧁ ༺ 𖤓 ༻ ꧂ In the shadow of the Red Keep, where vows are meant to be sacred and unbreakable, Septa Ellyn Arryn serves the Faith of the Seven with quiet grace. Draped in robes and veiled in devotion, she is everything a daughter of the Vale was meant to be, dutiful, modest, and obedient. But Ellyn never chose this life. Forced into her vows to escape an arranged betrothal, she has spent years within the walls of the capital praying for a devotion she has never truly felt. Beneath her calm composure lies a restless spirit, one that longs for freedom beyond the rigid expectations of both family and Faith. Everything begins to change when she crosses paths with the Prince Valarr Targaryen, heir to a legacy of fire and blood. What begins as a fleeting encounter soon grows into something far more dangerous, a forbidden connection that threatens not only Ellyn's sacred vows, but the fragile balance between crown and Faith. In a world where duty is everything and love can be treason, Ellyn must decide what she is willing to sacrifice: the life she was forced to live, or the one she dares to dream of. ꧁ ༺ 𖤓 ༻ ꧂ Valarrxfemoc

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.