Apricus Adjective Meaning: uncovered, exposed to the sun, sunny, growing in the sunshine The tale of the time when House Targaryen flourished under the sunlight.

"I made a promise to protect you. Honor or not, that is one I intend to keep." - A story of a Lion and a Wolf, two beings brought together by the very same reasons that should have kept them apart.

don't play games with a 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 who can play 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘰𝘤 book 𝒐𝒏𝒆 in 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 series

if i knew it all then, would i do it again? - a story in which the bastard daughter of the heir to the Iron Throne with no ambition or lust for power won the heart of a man who could never stop wanting, even when the price was far too high | crossposted on ao3 | | all rights belong to George RR Martin, HBO, and Warner Bros, save for my OC, Shaera Velaryon | cover by @bluecoffeebeanz on tumblr, support the artist pls! they did this as a new years gift and I've finally put it here :,) Do NOT use the art here for your aemond and oc, this is shaera and aemond made for green lies black hearts best rankings - #1 Aegon Targaryen (somehow) - 10/9/24 #1 Religious Guilt - Ongoing #1 Alicent Hightower - 05/19/25 #1 Lucerys Velaryon - 12/22/2025 #2 Fire And Blood - 12/18/24 #2 Game of Thrones - 04/13/25 #26 Tragedy - 06/28/25

"you take such delight, in killing my light" - boys, bugs, and men - or - she's only ever been a toy for him to break, for he was a cruel child, and a monstrous man bathed in fire | crossposted on a03 | | all rights belong to George RR Martin, HBO, and Warner Bros, save for my OCs and the plot points I have created | - 2023, xxpeppermintxx109

If Daemon Targaryen was born a girl and was betrothed to her brother Viserys. * House Targaryen, in recent years, had been plagued with unruly daughters. "I do not know whether to laugh or weep," Princess Rhaenys tossed her hair. "That it is you, Daena Targaryen, who will one day hold the title that I never will," "I had no idea," Daena made her eyes wide and innocent, though her tone was anything but. "That you wanted to lay with my brother so badly, Rhaenys. Is Lord Corlys no longer satisfying you?" * "I'm sorry, Daena," Prince Baelon said. "But you will marry Viserys before the year is out," And so what if, once her father was gone, she immediately ran off to the Dragonpit and mounted Caraxes, screaming at the top of her lungs into the clouds over Blackwater Bay? Her voice was lost in the wind, but the Blood Wyrm let out a great roar, sensing her turmoil, which echoed far and wide. Flocks of seabirds scattered, and fishing boats below cried out in alarm. With a dragon, the world knew her. On a deserted beach somewhere down the coast, Daena curled up against Caraxes' great red shoulder, leaning her face against his warm scales. The beast, who was feared even by the Dragonkeepers for his temper, lowered his snout, nudging her gently, no hint of those fearsome teeth showing. "If it's truly so awful, we can run away together," She told him, and herself too, stroking his red scales. "I know you hate the Dragonpit, anyway. I wish they wouldn't chain you up. Who cares if you eat the odd servant?" He made a rumbling noise, and she smiled. "At least I will have you," Daena said. "I will always have you," * The long awaited (and highly requested) fourth part of my Westeros genderbend series.

"It's my duty, my God-given birthright and my crown." - Mary, Queen of Scots In which Valyria Targaryen returns to the Red Keep and becomes a key player in the game for the Iron Throne. ....or.... In which there isn't a person in the Seven Kingdoms that the Realm's Jewel loves to hate more than the Rogue Prince || HOUSE OF THE DRAGON AU||

ART IS FROM ILDRAWS ON INSTAGRAM Born into the storm of courtly whispers and dragonfire, Princess Aelora Targaryen never chose the life that was laid before her. As the second daughter of King Viserys I, and twin to the son who had been wanted for decades, she was raised beneath the shadow of her sister Rhaenyra's claim and her brother who did not live longer than a day, torn between the warmth of Alicent Hightower's affection and the bitter chill of palace politics. But fate carved a different path for her. Sent north in an arranged marriage to Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Aelora was exiled from the only home she'd ever known. What began as duty became something more-a quiet, enduring love. -- I've decided that even though this fic is an OC x Cregan pairing, and the Targaryens are canonically white, I want to be more mindful of my readers, many of whom are women of color. From now on, Aelora's skin tone will not be described in a way that restricts her to a specific race. I'll also be editing past chapters to reflect this change. This way, readers can envision her in a way that feels more inclusive and representative of a variety of identities. You guys are also encouraged to point out paragraphs and chapters where it's obvious that she's being described as white, so I can modify it and make it more inclusive. I've seen multiple discussions on Tumblr about how the fanfic community often lacks inclusivity for women of color. Even in fics where the OC is supposed to be the legitimate daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor, they're often still described as white. I want to do better, and even though my fic is an OC, I want all of you to feel seen and represented

i have the 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 idea that i'll have to suffer it all 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫. ━━━ [PUBLISHED 2017] JON SNOW/FEM!OC BOOK&SHOW CANON | VALYRIANS

The Dance was a war unlike any other fought in the long history of the Seven Kingdoms. Though armies marched and met in savage battle, much of the slaughter took place through letters and ink. Blood flowed in the rivers, and the stench of death would not leave the Kingdoms for decades to come. While the Lannisters had lions, and alliances, and gold. The Targaryens had dragons, who fought with tooth and claw and flame. It was a war marked by stealth, murder, and betrayal as well, a war fought in shadows and stairwells, council chambers and castle yards, with knives and lies and poison... When Robert, the Demon of the Trident, took his last breath... the Dragons and Lions roared as one, summoning their bannermen and preparing for War.