"𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏𝒔. 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅." → 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎, 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐. 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 - 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒓, 𝑴𝒂𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔, 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂, 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. 𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒔. (fem! targaryen!oc x baelor breakspear) (targcest! uncle x niece) (mature: eventual smut, sexually explicit content,

Princess Rhaelyra Velaryon was never meant for a quiet life. Silver-haired, sharp-minded, and born of old Valyrian blood, she was promised young to Prince Aerion Targaryen - Brightflame, a man the realm fears almost as much as it reveres. To most, Aerion is unstable. Dangerous. Too proud of the dragon he believes lives inside him. But with Rhaelyra... he is something else entirely. Devoted. Possessive. Obsessed. She is the only one he listens to, the only one he cannot bear to lose - his queen, his anchor, and in his eyes, something dangerously close to divine. As they travel to the Ashford tourney, politics sharpen, rivalries rise, and watchful eyes follow their every move. Knights gather, alliances shift, and whispers about the Targaryen prince and his silver queen grow louder by the day. Yet beneath the spectacle lies a deeper tension - one neither crown nor marriage can fully contain. Because loving a dragon is never simple. And being loved like one can be even more dangerous.

Born a year after the Realm's Delight, Prince Aerion Targaryen was never meant to inherit the Iron Throne. But the realm has always preferred sons. Cruel where his sister is calculating, merciless where she seeks legitimacy, Aerion grows beside Rhaenyra as her shadow and her sword a dragon hatched of the same fire, but forged in something darker. While lords whisper that he would make the stronger ruler, Aerion's loyalty belongs to one person alone. When the Dance of the Dragons begins, the realm will learn a terrible truth: Rhaenyra may want the crown. But her brother wants the world to burn for her.

From being the quiet childhood classmate Aerion Targaryen mocked for years, Vivian Vale grew into the woman his widowed father couldn't keep out of his bed - or out of his life. What began as a discreet arrangement of late-night calls, expensive gifts, and tuition payments soon became something far more dangerous. Maekar Targaryen paid for her apartment, her law degree, the diamonds at her throat, and every luxury she'd ever been denied, but none of it compared to the way he touched her like a secret he intended to keep. And when Aerion finally discovers that the girl he once humiliated is now the obsession of the most powerful man he knows - his father - the lines between revenge, desire, and ruin begin to blur.

Princess Mariela Targaryen - daughter of King Daeron the Good, Princess of Dragonstone, wife to both Prince Baelor Breakspear and Prince Maekar - stands at the heart of House Targaryen's fragile unity. In 209 AC, she arrives at Ashford Meadow with her husbands and sons for a tourney meant to celebrate chivalry. Instead, it reveals fractures.

Maekar Targaryen longs for touch, like a starved man, reaching out, the fingertips brushing against the solace of his life only to slip by away every time he gets close enough. Every time his fingers brush close enough to the temptation of his desires, the cold reality returns. That it is his niece, Baelor's daughter. The forbidden fruit. His forbidden fruit and his doom, that he knows he should not long for as only a decade ago she was a little girl, crawling into his lap, begging for stories. And yet, the sin grows within consuming his heart, forcing every glare of anger that was meant to be at the fate for cursing him like so, at those suitors who dare to glance upon what he deems as his. His niece.

Prince Maekar Targaryen, a stern and dutiful fourth son of King Daeron II Targaryen, has always believed his life belongs to war, family, and duty-not love. Lady Maelora Velaryon, gentle, pious, and quietly strong, is everything he is not, yet she is the only person who can soften the iron in his heart. As they grow from childhood companions into something far deeper, the weight of their names, expectations, and destiny begins to threaten the fragile bond they have built. In a world of fire, power, and sacrifice, will their quiet love survive-or will duty tear them apart? Maekar Targaryen x OC!Velaryon All characters belong to George R.R. Martin except for my own characters in this story

Visenya Velaryon has lived the stereotypical sheltered life of a Princess for too long. After the incident at Driftmark, she's finally been made aware of just how unbeneficial her life in Kingslanding is, moving to Dragonstone is not enough, she needs a change so grand people will call her dramatic. She's the daughter of the future Queen and twin to the future King after her, she stands to inherit nothing, no titles, no land, nothing. If she has nothing to gain then she has nothing to loose. She moves to the North to live in Winterfell under the watchful eyes of the Starks, it is there she begins to find a newfound love for duty as Rhaenyra's daughter and pride in House Targaryen, in the North she builds a name for herself, and she strengthens the unity between the North and the other Kingdoms. Book One of 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖞

"Let us raise our cups to this Farce!" Spoke Princess Aemma loud, she had gotten to her feet, a false smile ejected onto her features, she raised her cup high and slammed the cup to the table before angrily sitting back down. She could atleast show the people in the hall that she would forevermore stand on her mothers side. Aemma would refuse to let the Hightowers sketch a different store and in that very moment, she swore revenge. Aemma Velaryon Targaryen, the secondborn child and firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, born with bright purple eyes and hair white as snow, is wilder than her own mother at her age. She seems a dragon hard to tame, trouble finds her easily, yet she holds the cunning mind of a Targaryen with an edge of self destruction. Aemma quickly strikes up a kinship with Aemond Targaryen, both of them feeling like they don't fit in, dragonless, though their ambitions and dreams seem to erupt into fire that may burn both their heads off. NOTE I AM Publishing the first few chapters without Grammar and spelling corrections /edits but these will be done soon! :)

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question; marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King's younger sister. ############### Visenya Targaryen II is the younger sister of the King but she is twice as wild as him. With a smart-quick mouth, extreme pride and a wild side that no man could ever manage to tame; she has sent away every single man that tried to ask for her hand. Yet, when the relationships between two great families are threatened by past mistakes and enemies in the shadows; it is up to her to ensure peace will remain across the realm and within the Red Keep. And all that will only happen by her marriage to the only Lion she knew that could match her, even though personal conflicts and family honours are in the middle of all.