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.

Aelena never chose him. Bound by duty to Baelor Targaryen, a man older, distant, and already tied to a life before her, she enters a marriage neither of them truly wanted. But in the quiet moments between obligation and expectation, something unexpected begins to grow something as dangerous as it is undeniable..

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

How does a plain, insignificant girl come to marry the Heir to the Iron Throne? Many will say it was a match fated by the Gods, but the Gods play by their own rules... Kaestyra Velaryon, a girl of no notable birth, was set to marry a man she had never met: a betrothal organised by her despotic uncle. Baelor 'Breakspear' Targaryen, Prince of the Realm, must too seek a political alliance. However, one chance encounter brings about a storm of jealousy; rebellion and obsession, forever changing the history of Westeros.

She ran from one monster... and fell into the hands of four. Kidnapped, broken, and left bleeding in the dark, the mafia princess is taken by New York's most dangerous syndicate. Four ruthless kings now own her body, her soul, and every filthy scream she makes. They don't want to save her. They want to ruin her. One heals her just to break her again. One makes her bleed for his pleasure. One fucks her like a toy. And one wants her dead. But the more they destroy her, the more she craves their darkness. Gangbanged by Syndicate- a dark why-choose romance where the princess doesn't get rescued... she gets owned. 🔞🔞🔞

Princess Mariela Targaryen - daughter of King Daeron the Good, Princess of Dragonstone, wife to both Prince Baelor Breakspear and Prince Maekar - stands at the heart of House Targaryen's fragile unity. In 209 AC, she arrives at Ashford Meadow with her husbands and sons for a tourney meant to celebrate chivalry. Instead, it reveals fractures.

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..."

This is a Maegor Targaryen x Stark oc Love story

Visenya Targaryen youngest daughter of Viserys and Aemma sister to Rhaneyra. She starts to fall for the rouge prince and realizes they are twin flames ment to be. Daemon x Visenya (OC) ⚠️mature content, incest, sexual interest, abuse, toucher, pleasure, etc.⚠️ My old story was deleted by Wattpad so here is the updated story of My Dragon

After a forbidden night with Ser Criston Cole, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen is forced by her father, King Viserys, to drink the moon tea and protect her honor. To shield her image further, she weds Ser Laenor Velaryon, and together they move to Driftmark. Yet seven moons later, Rhaenyra gives birth to a daughter whose true parentage would ignite scandal across the realm. To safeguard her claim to the Iron Throne, she makes a heartbreaking choice - she surrenders her firstborn and buries the secret deep within her heart. That child, carried across worlds by fate and fire, finds herself in England, adopted by a wizarding couple who longed for a child of their own. Named Dahlia Aemma Potter, she grows into a girl of unusual magic and unshakable courage. But whispers of prophecy cling to her like shadows, and the truth of her bloodline threatens to unravel the balance of two worlds. Between dragonfire and wizardry, Dahlia must discover who she is - and decide whether to claim the destiny written in her blood or forge one of her own.