Female Tywin Lannister. Top ranking #1 in ASOIAF | "That had better be a jape," The cold words were jarring from the pretty ten year old, and caught the attention of the hall immediately. Silence fell. Tytos opened his mouth, but Tya cut him off. "You've betrothed me - your firstborn child - to the second son of the Lord of the Crossing?" There was a mocking, incredulous note to her voice. "Well Tya, Lord Frey asked very courteously - it would have been most insulting to have refused him," "He asked courteously?" Tya raised an eyebrow. "Is that all it takes now? Should Genna fear being betrothed to the son of that kennel-master knight, if he asks nicely enough?" * "I'm sorry to hear about your mother," Aerys looked rather surprised at her state, hesitating. "I've never seen you cry," He trailed off at the mutinous look on her face. "Get out," Her was voice quiet, dangerous. "I just - " "Get. Out. Now," A flash of anger crossed his expression. "You can't tell me to leave! I'm a prince, I'll stay if I want to," She seized his arm in an iron grip, leading him over to the door. "What are you - how dare you - let me go!" She slammed the door in his face. * "Why did you have to do this, Tya?" Her father moaned. "Return Lord Walderan to his family at once, with our sincerest apologies! Forgiving his all his debts should be the least we do to make amends," The look Tya gave Lord Tytos was fit to reduce him to a pile of ash. "I was planning on returning Tarbeck to his family in three pieces," * "All the men who are capable don't want the position. All those who want the position are incapable. You might as well make me Hand and have done with it. I'd do a better job than every fool you've appointed so far," For once, Aerys was silent. So silent, for so long, that Tya raised her eyes from the parchment to see him looking at her in a very odd unblinking way. "I'd rather give the position to you than anyone else," Tya blinked.

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.

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.

As the realm mourns the loss of Queen Aemma, King Viserys finds solace in the arms of a most unlikely companion - the enchanting Anna Hightower , daughter of the King's Lord Hand. But amidst grieving hearts and political turmoil, a daunting question looms: will Rhaenyra, the King's strong-willed daughter, embrace the love her father and Anna share? Sparks fly alliances shift,, the dance of the dragons begins, threatening to tear apart House Targaryen and plunge the realm into chaos. Not intended for minors this is a 18+story this story includes smut (OC) Anna Hightower x Viserys Targaryen I do not own House of the Dragon nor any of the characters I only own my OC's and my plot changes

"𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚. 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙮." 𝐀 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞. [𝐀 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬] [𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅!𝐨𝐜] [𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞]

Aerion Targaryen was never meant to bend for anyone. Proud, sharp tongued, and feared by most of the court, he gives the world nothing but steel and dragonfire. But for Daenys Baelor's daughter, Valarr's twin, and the girl with brown hair streaked with silver he is hopelessly, dangerously devoted. From childhood to betrothal to marriage, The Dragon Who Bent follows the story of a prince who says no to everyone except the woman he loves. He would give her anything she asked for, panic at her tears, carry her when she's tired, and burn with jealousy whenever the world looks at her too long. A romantic series full of obsession, tenderness, possessive devotion, and the one woman who could make a dragon prince kneel. "You are my wife," he said. "If something upsets you, then by definition it is not a little thing."

When love first turned to desire, both Maekar and Baelor found themselves drawn to their sister, Saenara. Their looks lingered, their touches felt too warm. The court spoke of duty and distance, but the blood of the dragon ran hot. What the world called wrong, they felt as fire.

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓." 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝟏𝟔 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐲𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲. [𝐀 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬] [𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅!𝐨𝐜] [𝐒𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐱 𝐅!𝐨𝐜] [𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐅!𝐨𝐜] [𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞]

❛ I WON'T DENY I'VE GOT IN MY MIND NOW ALL THE THINGS I WOULD DO SO I TRY TO TALK REFINED FOR FEAR THAT YOU FIND OUT HOW I'M IMAGININ' YOU ❜ ❝you will never have to beg for anything from me❞ [ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE || MAEKAR TARGARYEN X OC || EIGHT PARTS || PART OF THE BORN OF A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE SERIES || © mags-writes ]

They say the gods gave her a heart too gentle for her house...But perhaps it was that gentleness-delicate and defiant-that made her most dangerous of all. --- Aegon the Conqueror X Female OC PRE-HOTD