Rhaenys Targaryen, third child of Rhaegar and Elia, was just weeks old when King's Landing fell. Hidden away in a nursery, she was saved by a dying maid-and found by Ned Stark. Choosing mercy over vengeance, Ned took the girl north, raising her in Winterfell as a ward under tight-lipped protection. Now grown, with war brewing and a betrothal to Robb Stark binding her to the wolf pack, Rhaenys must navigate love, loyalty, and the truth of who-and what-she truly is. I don't own the world or characters - they belong to George R. R. Martin and HBO. This is a fan-made work for fun and creative exploration.

❝ The Gods gave me a rare woman and I loved her well. ❞ THE RARE WOMEN SERIES - NOVEL #1 GAME OF THRONES - SEASON 5, 6, & 7 © stxrmborn COMPLETED Wattpad Featured Story Awarded as Best Jon Snow Fanfic 4X Awarded as Best GOT Female OC 2X Awarded as Best GOT Fanfic Ship 2X Awarded as Best Completed GOT Fanfic

"What is duty compared to a woman's love? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy." Prince Valarr Targaryen had always believed duty came before all else. He would marry without love, wage war, and suffer in silence if it meant serving the realm. That was what it meant to be a prince. Love was a weakness he believed himself above. Until Lilyanna Tyrell. Wild, sharp-tongued, and nothing like her perfect elder sister, the woman he is meant to marry. Yet against all reason, Valarr finds himself willing to risk his honor, his future, and the very duty he once held sacred for her love. Valarr Targaryen x fem oc

"But there is one thing we desire more than each other," she whispered. Her lips brushed his, barely a touch, light as breath. A provocation. "Power." Eleanor Tyrell was not kind. No one ever dared to question that and one had to be a fool to see gentleness where there was none at all. She did not conceal her cruelty, nor her pride. In fact, she thought it suited her. When Prince Maekar tried to wed his son Aerion in a desperate attempt to tame him, Lord Leo Tyrell didn't hesitate to secure that match for his own daughter, hoping it would tame her just the same. It didn't. Aerion and Eleanor were like flame to flame, igniting a wildfire, leaving nothing but destruction in their way. A match made in hell. The hunger for power ignited something inside of them, consuming both until there was nothing left of them anymore. Just death. || Aerion Targaryen X OC (A little Daeron) ||

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.

Aerion Targaryen x OC Female Baelor's daughter. Aerion's plaything. Elyra Targaryen wasn't born for a throne; she was born for a leash. While the realm sees a princess, her cousin sees a pet. It's a brutal, physical addiction to the weight of his hand and the snap of his voice. She should fight him. Instead, she's learning to crave the crawl. Same blood. Darker burn. Forced submission... until she snaps. This story leans heavily into tragedy and angst - if that's not your thing, it might not be the right read for you.

The union of House Targaryen's golden prince and House Lannister's only daughter promises glory to the realm. For their gold and loyalty, the lions are welcomed to the foot of the Iron Throne - where warmth and wildfire are one and the same. What becomes of a naïve lion who wanders into a realm of dragons - one haunted by a quiet, twisting madness born of a self he cannot name, the other ablaze with outward fury for believing he has named it? The lion walks between flames, where innocence falters and even the gentlest heart tastes the dragons' unseen scorch. [unedited] ---------------------------- valarr targaryen x oc!lannister aerion targaryen x oc!lannister

In all good stories Valarr had heard of duty and honour, the noble knight served his queen with favour and grace. Though when he and his father were summoned to Kings Landing, called to serve the King, Valarr knew he was soon expected to fulfil his own inevitable duty. With prospects looming over his head and the thought of a lifetime of duty, Valarr kept his resolve. This was what he was preparing for, what he knew was written for him, what the Gods had set for him. But the Old Gods were not dead, they still had a hand to play. ---------------------------- Valarr Targaryen x oc.

Mad, mad, the dragon's blood! 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 AERION TARGARYEN X FEM!OC X VALARR TARGARYEN. ©MONZIEE 2025.

Six years have passed but you and Woods are stuck living in the past. Haunted by the events of Raccoon City, it left the both of you empty and broken. All you want to do is forget everything and...everyone. But how can you? When things are finally looking up, you're suddenly thrown back into hell. Will you be ready to face new dangers such as seeing him again? ***THIS IS JUST A FRIENDLY FANFICTION, I DON'T OWN LEON KENNEDY OR ITS RESIDENT EVIL 4 CHARACTERS--THOSE BELONGS TO CAPCOM. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.*** WATTPAD IS THE ONLY SITE I POST!!!