Paid for nothing her whole life long, so who'd she rob for a beast that strong? 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 ©MONZIEE 2026.

Do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you. House of the Dragon, Jacareys Velaryon.

"a thing is not truly dead until no tongue remembers it." OR in which a prince destined to be remembered falls in love with a girl destined to forget. jacaerys velaryon x fem! oc hotd seasons 1-4. quinlans 2026.

NO GODS, NO MASTERS ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ ongoing [ Hotd 𝗫 Ormund Hightower X oc ] ━ [ BUT 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞... 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞r"] ✦˚₊ ‧ ━━━━━━ ━━ LADY MALORA UPCLIFF WAS A VISION wrought of moonlight and shadow, draped in silvery gowns that shimmered like mist on a midnight sea. Her dark brown eyes, deep as old forest pools, missed nothing, and her auburn hair-braided and coiled with a care that spoke of old rites and older blood-framed a face too still, too flawless, as though some sculptor had carved her from winter marble. When she spoke, it was but a murmur, yet the weight of her words pressed upon the air, and those who dared meet her gaze left with the uneasy sense that she had peeled back the skin of their souls. In the hushed corners of Upcliff Hall, whispers clung to her like ivy: they said that when a daughter of Upcliff loved, death would soon come wandering the halls-and Malora's heart, they swore, beat with the terrible devotion of a curse.

Lady Gracia Belmore has always believed duty matters more than desire. It is why she left King's Landing. Why she married another man. Why she forces herself to ignore the way Prince Baelor Targaryen still watches her like a prayer gone unanswered. But court is a dangerous place for unfinished love, and some wounds only deepen with time. Especially when neither person has ever truly let go.

They said Targaryens were monsters. So when Ariela of Myr is sent across the Narrow Sea to marry one, she prepares herself for cruelty, for coldness-for a life where she must survive, not live. Instead, she finds something far more dangerous: kindness. In a court that watches her every move, whispers about her foreign blood, and condemns her faith, Ariela learns quickly that softness can be its own kind of power. Underestimated and overlooked, she becomes a quiet force in a world that was never meant for her. But peace is fragile, grief lingers, and love-no matter how gentle-cannot shield them from the weight of legacy.

To the realm, she was many things. A woman of noble blood. Granddaughter of the King. Third child, and only daughter of the heir to the Iron Throne. But to Dunk, she would never be that. Never. To him, she would always be the girl he met by chance at the inn. The girl who never failed to surprise him at every turn. Who would plant her feet in the dirt and the muck beside him, even if she would have been far better served by running away. To the realm, she may be the Princess Vaelorra Targaryen. But to him she would only ever be the woman he had come to love.

In a court that whispers and watches, Arianna Santagar does neither. She arrives from Dorne like heat made flesh-sun-warmed skin, sharp tongue, and a smile that promises trouble long before it delivers it. The court of Westeros calls her scandalous. Improper. Dangerous. She calls them boring. Married at seventeen to Aerion Targaryen-a prince feared for his temper and cruelty-Arianna does what no one else dares: she refuses to fear him. Where others bow, she stands. Where others flatter, she cuts. And where others expect obedience, she offers only defiance. It should have destroyed her. Instead, it binds him to her. Aerion, volatile and unpredictable, becomes something else entirely in her presence-devoted, desperate, undone. He craves her approval like air, thrives on her sharp words, and worships her with a fervor that borders on madness. The court sees a man tamed. They do not see the fire it takes to hold a dragon by the throat. Arianna rules no kingdom-but make no mistake, she reigns. In whispered scandals, in stolen glances, in the careful way courtiers measure their words when she enters a room. She is indulgence and discipline, cruelty and devotion, freedom wrapped in silk and gold. And woe to anyone who forgets that the prince who burns for her... burns for her alone. Because in this marriage of politics and flame, love is not gentle. It is control. It is hunger. It is ruin.

In the summer of 209 AC, the great Tourney at Ashford Meadow draws knights, princes, and stormlords from across the Seven Kingdoms. Among them is Lady Myla Caron - young widow of Estermont, mother to a set of twins used to being adored, and entirely too accustomed to men ruining themselves for her. She has not seen Prince Baelor Targaryen in years. Nor Lyonel Baratheon. Unfortunately for everyone involved, neither man has forgotten her. And Ashford is far too warm a place for old feelings, wounded pride, and dangerous affections.

beware the jaws that bite, the claws that catch. a knight of the seven kingdoms. aerion targaryen / female original character.