Daeron Targaryen was used to night horrors, not dreams about a pretty girl in a lilac dressed holding him in her arms. And yet the same woman had been visiting him for days now. Aelora Targaryen was six-and-ten now, the usual age for a marriage, one that she wasn't ready for. But it was her only chance to get the silver brooch on Baelor's chest and become his Lady Hand someday. A dreamer and a princess meet again in the capital. Will they be able to save their house from ruin?

He had such dangerous hands, that rarely even touched a weapon. When the death of a good lord shatters the realm's fragile peace, the King's scattered bastards remain - living, breathing secrets. Two bastards of a stag crown find their fates entwined with a realm's ambitions by the very blood that has always marked them as outsider. He could not deny nor downplay it. her ambitions were alarming. a bastard child who can be nothing could also be everything. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ game of thrones oc centered fanfiction. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ sandor clegane and petyr baelish as love interests.

all people are driven to the / point of eating their gods, after a time. gwayne hightower x oc.