It was cold and dark. Visenya's eyes could only just about see Aerion stood immediately before her as the light ignited by the flames around them danced around his face. He stared towards her, like he was trying to do nothing but figure her out. "Please" she spoke, her voice coming out as more of a whisper, "believe me" she added. Her eyes were pleading, her heart rate beating at a quick pace. His eyes flicked between her own, he took a step closer and backed her into the bed's wooden pillar making her breath hitch. Then, he shook his head as his face grew inches from her own. "No." // After a troubled start to childhood a young Visenya is shipped away to Dorne to be raised away from the spotlight with a promise to return when she is fit for marriage. Now, a much more mature Visenya must make her way home. Her homecoming leads her straight to the tourney at Ashford Meadows, where the realm's most eligible knights gather to compete for glory. But among the shining armour rides the very man tied to the shadows of her childhood, the one person she has tried to forget leading to a fatal attraction and desire that no matter how much she refuses it. Will she be able to resist and find a suitor? Or will she let her whole reputation come crashing down?

𖤓 ⋆˙ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 in the later years of the reign of daeron ii targaryen, princess elaena targaryen came of age beneath watchful eyes. the only child of prince aerys targaryen and lady aelinor penrose, she was paraded, praised, and nearly promised more times than she cared to count. yet amid the shifting designs of lords and councillors stood prince valarr targaryen, heir to a future even heavier than her own. what began as companionship endured through disappointment and delay, until, after many trials and thwarted designs, their betrothal was at last agreed, not merely for the good of the realm, but because both had chosen it. VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC ALL RIGHTS TO HBO AND GRRM.

‎ // In which a girl is sent north from the circling House Bolton, only to give her heart to the heir of Winterfell, and learn that love rarely survives, when war returns to the Seven Kingdoms. // [Pre-Season 1 - Season 4]

" Sons are not their fathers." What if Robb Stark was born a Baratheon? The game changes. Perhaps even for the better. [ Robb Stark ] [ AU ]

Myrcella Baratheon always knew she would be married to a man for a political alliance. What she did not know was that she was going to be left one day to become the wife of Robb Stark and just how much it would change her life.

A fellowship is formed to destroy the One Ring to save middle-Earth. They withstand lost, battles, war. What they hadn't reckoned was Ethir - lost bloodline of Sauron. Lethal conspiracies are unveiled, old scores'll be settled, and the line between hero and villain is sharp enough to draw blood. What does the future hold, after they return home? (Legolas x OC) (Aragorn x Arwen)

(Kind of a slow burn...?) ~♥︎ Gandalf nodded, responding in an equally hushed voice. You strained to hear, trying to pick up his words- But suddenly, a pair of hands covered your ears. ♥︎~ Highest scores: [ #1 in Legolas] [ #1 in Lotr] [ #4 in readerxcharacter] Most of the characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien

It's been 60 years since Amara Silverhood traveled with the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, but the pain in her heart remains as ever present as the day that her love Kili died. Now, after years of traveling in isolation in search of a new meaning, Amara finds herself in Rivendell under most perilous circumstances. Her fate brings her to be part of a Fellowship on a quest to destroy the Ring of Power. But what will become Amara? Will she finally find her new meaning? And will she be strong enough to move on?

Dalia Valynn is an elf who yearns for adventure and defies tradition to become a warrior. Her yearning takes her on an unexpected journey, a quest to reclaim a dwarf kingdom. It is on this journey that she meets another elf, one who argues with her, challenges her, and makes her feel everything that she has never felt before. Along these journeys, she faces many challenges, fights many battles, and possibly falls in love. But will she let herself fall for him?

Princess Visera Targaryen is Prince Baelor's only daughter, born on Dragonstone with silver hair like a promise and a curse, grows adored, indulged, and spoiled so thoroughly the realm itself seems trained to kneel when she merely lifts her chin. She is all velvet insolence and laughing defiance, a storm in pearls who expects the world to be handed to her, until she meets the one prince who does not bend. Aerion is fire given flesh: proud, cruel, and hungry for reverence, the sort of dragon-boy who would rather break than yield, and in him Visera finds the only refusal sharp enough to feel like desire. When King Daeron binds them in betrothal against the furious warnings of Baelor and Maekar, it is meant as a remedy, two tempests married to cancel each other out, but the gods do not bless such logic. What follows is a marriage like a dagger-dance: venom and laughter, denial and demand, courtly scandal and private hunger, two bright disasters locked together while those who love them watch with dread, knowing the realm has just tied silk to wildfire... and sooner or later, everyone will smell the smoke.