Deamyra was not raised to inherit power. She was raised to survive it. In a court where daughters are bargaining tools and affection is a liability, she understands one truth above all: safety is never given - it is secured. Valarr Targaryen is not the most charming of princes. He is not reckless. He is not easily swayed. But he is steady. In a world of unpredictable men and burning tempers, Valarr is restraint. Discipline. Protection forged in black steel. He does not promise romance - he promises order. And to Deamyra, order is worth more than poetry. She does not dream of fairy tales. She dreams of permanence. Of a place no one can remove her from. If becoming his wife means safety, she will become indispensable. If bearing his child means security, she will not hesitate. If loving him makes it easier to stay - she may allow herself that luxury. Because in the game of dragons, love is uncertain. But protection - protection can be chosen. And Deamyra has chosen.

── 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍. ❛ Willpower is the force that makes use fall weak and rise invincible. ❜ OC X OC. | HOTD. ❪HBO, TV show, book❫ alyssxt

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ " my moon, my man " Princess Gevinessa Targaryen, once known for her wild spirit and sharp tongue, has spent her life despising Prince Valarr Targaryen, the solemn, insufferable heir she could never outwit as a child. When an arranged betrothal binds them together, she is forced to confront not only her resentment, but the unsettling realization that the line between love and hate is far thinner than she ever imagined. As ancient Valyrian rites, family expectations, and her own stubborn pride collide, Nessa must decide whether the boy she once tormented is truly her cage... or something far more dangerous to her heart.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩-𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙝." The birth of Rhella Targaryen marked the only princess to the heir to the Iron Throne, Prince of Dragonstone, Baelor Targaryen. Along with Valarr, the young prince born minutes before her. Her hair was opposing of her twin brother, long silvery white locks that looked of shimmery moonlight against her pale complexion. Beneath lay a streak of dark brown much like her fathers. Baelor bathed in Rhella, his only daughter of mere 3 children. His love was sensible, kind, he would give the world for her at the bat of an eyelash. Something Aerion loathed. Aerion Targaryen x oc Slight Ser Duncan x oc

she was his solace, his sanity, his only reason to breathe

"A rose in a world of thorns. Mirielle Tyrell steps into the Ashford Meadow, where ambition, secrets, and destiny collide. No one knew where this would lead her to." A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOM VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC (SLOW BURN)

Shaera Rivers was born from the union of the Great Bastards. Daughter of the two most dangerous shadows in Westeros, Bloodraven and Shiera Seastar. Granddaughter of King Aegon Targaryen the Unworthy, Lady Melissa Blackwood, and Serenei of Lys. Valarr Targaryen was the heir's heir, the golden prince of his age, tethered by honor to a crown he was born to protect. And Shaera Rivers was the bastard's bastard. No matter how noble her lineage appeared, her roots were rotten with the shame of her birth. Their love was a bond that no king would sanction and no realm would ever tolerate. ~ "Who is that?" Kiera asked, her voice tighter than she intended. Lady Ellyn's lips curved slightly. "That is her.. Prince Valarr's beloved." The word struck like a stone. "Beloved?" "Indeed." Ellyn's eyes followed Shaera's hands as the shears moved with quiet precision. "When Valarr looks at her, he sees flowers, lilies, roses, something rare and delicate. But watch closely my dear." Her voice dropped to a velvet whisper. "He sees blossoms... while her hands close only around poisonous weeds." Kiera hesitated. "She looks... fragile. Almost ethereal." "So does frost." Ellyn murmured. "Right before it kills the harvest." Her voice lowered into a silken warning. "Do not let the silver hair deceive you. Beneath that glow is a girl who climbed into a prince's heart using tricks no septa would ever teach. They say... she has enchanted him." Her gaze slid back to Kiera, sharp and knowing. "If I were you.." She said softly. "I'd ensure Prince Valarr remembers the difference between a highborn rose and a common weed before she sows any more seeds in his head..."

"A falling star brings luck to those who see it." "The luck is all mine already, Elaena" To be the first princess born to House Targaryen in a generation is to have your fate sealed with your first cry. To have someone watching over you from the stars is to have your luck foretold, your path guided by their light. Or so Elaena Targaryen tells herself. Prince Maekar had long defied brothers and Kings alike to keep his little stargirl beside him. But the tourney at Ashford is a summons, and the King's word is law. Marriage is duty. But a falling star can change its course.

"Dragons,Magic, and Betrayal : The fire of Valyndra Has choses its heiress" A story inspired by the Targaryens and dragons Featuring my OC and Valarr Targaryen Set on an island of my own creation and imagination