Sherah is captured in Pentos, found stranded and naked ashore. Sent to King's Landing under King Daeron II's command, she is said to carry the blood of Old Valyria. Sherah becomes a whisper of hope in a time where dragons are but ash and legends. However, Prince Aerion Targaryen, dragons obsessed, bright as a flame and twice as mad, seems to distract Sherah from her purpose. fem oc x aerion targaryen

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

SEQUEL - READ PART I FIRST!!!! "Thus was Prince Daemon banished from his brother the King's city, and with him his niece and newborn heirs. Exile had long favoured the rogue, and this latest decree brought a period of quiet to the isle of Dragonstone, the years giving rise to further progeny to strengthen his House's line. Together with the Princess Rhaenyra, Daemon and his wife presided over the Targaryen stronghold for several years before circumstances would take them once more to King's Landing." - 'Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros' by Archmaester Gyldayn * * * * * * * * The continued story of Prince Daemon Targaryen and his brother's second-born daughter, as told through the many terms of endearment he gives her.

"Not all men are meant to dance with dragons." Vhelda is a child whose identity must remain a secret. She is raised on Dragonstone by Dragon Keepers, before leaving for King's Landing to become one of them. Between the violence of the capital, the tensions growing within the Red Keep, her life as a Dragon keeper, and the attention of a Targaryen Prince, will she be able to keep her secrets and fulfil her duty ? Daemon Targaryen x fem OC Weekly updates Does not follow the storyline Trigger Warning : Mature content, curse words, depiction of violence (abuse, death, torture) and drinking, SMUT (sexual explicit scenes), Targcest ... Disclaimer : The characters, the universe and the main plot belongs to GRR Martin, HBO, and Warner Bros Studios

What started as simple infatuation became a strong, obsessive desire. Aegon Targaryen saw himself conflicted. His enemies daughter was all he wanted, and he would not be denied what he wants.

𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐡𝐞𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐜𝐞 (𝐨𝐜)

M-A-M-A. G-I-R-L. Mamas Girl. Alicent Hightower loved all her children. She did, and no one could deny that. But she has and always will love her youngest daughter Aemma Targaryen just that little bit more. Aemma didn't look or act like any of her Targaryen siblings or her father. She looked exactly like her mother. With her reddish brown hair and green eyes, the only notion of her Valyrian heritage being the specks of violet in her eyes. Along with the fact that her twin brother was Aemond Targaryen, a man who looked to have the truest of true Valyrian blood running through his veins. The only downside was that Alicent couldn't speak her name. Of course the one thing that Viserys took from Alicent was choosing HER daughters name. And of all names the one of his deceased wife Aemma Arryn. Follow the story of Aemma Targaryen as she plays God's Game. Season One ~| Completed Season Two ~| Completed SeasonThree ~| #1 in Aemond Targaryen, ACTUALLY CANT BELIEVE THAT. #1 in Alicent Hightower #1 in Team Green AND Team Black

"the witchery of beautiful eyes" ( house of the dragon ) ( season one - season two ) ( fem!oc x aegon ii targaryen )

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 - 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

Rhaella Targaryen always knew that there was more behind her mother's death than what she was told. Alysanne was a healthy, strong woman, and yet she was gone in a couple of days because of a mysterious illness. Rhaella was only a child when the tragedy occurred, and none would listen to her speculatios, thinking that she simply was heartbroken, and in denial. Despite the countless effort her new family ― she was adopted by her uncle, King Viserys Targaryen, and his second wife, Queen Alicent Hightower ― had made to make her forget her mother's death, Rhaella never stopped looking for answers. Just like she never stopped thinking about the last words that her mother said to her on death bed. Keeper of a terrible power she doesn't even understand herself, Rhaella struggles while trying to comprehend this gift she never asked for and making peace with the death of her mother. Stubborn, fierce, with deep blue eyes and locks of silver hair, while she's trying to uncover the truth behind her mother's passing she also stumbles into love. Jacaerys Velaryon, son of her cousin, Rhaenyra Targaryen, and future heir to the Iron Throne, is different from any man she has ever known. It should be easy, to love him, as they happen to be betrothed. But nothing in Rhaella's life has been easy, and there are people who don't approve of this union, as they would like Rhaella's powers for themselves. And when suddenly a conflict arise, Rhaella must decide which side to pick. It isn't a choice as though as everyone would believe. [HOTD] [JacexOC] #10 on #jacaerysvelaryon [31/07/2023]