||Complete|| Princess Allaena Targaryen, youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, was never meant to shape the realm. Cherished and bold, she lived free of duty-until love bound her to Ser Criston Cole, her sworn protector and secret heart. When she's wed to a Dornish prince for politics, it's Criston who stays at her side, raising children that bear his blood, though the realm must never know. Now King Viserys is dead. The Dance of the Dragons begins. Rhaenyra calls for her loyalty. Her family demands her choice. But Allaena's true allegiance lies with Criston-and the legacy they've built in the shadows. As war ignites, Allaena must decide: protect her family... or fight for the future only fire can claim.

Princess Saera Targaryen is everything Alicent prayed would never happen. To Prince Aegon, his sister has always been his best friend, his twin flame since childhood. But when adolescence blooms, and King's Landing becomes a playground for the King and Queen's neglected firstborns, scandal, desire, drama, and reckless pleasure become their daily ritual. Meanwhile, the realm whispers. "Saera the Second," as the smallfolk call her, moves through life in the Red Keep caught between her mother's shame and regret, her father's slow decay, the first threads of usurpation beginning to stir, the quiet comfort of Helaena's friendship, the sharp, unspoken tension with Aemond- -and the bond with Aegon that no one dares name, and no God could ever sanctify. And in the shadows, someone watches her closely, proud of everything she's becoming.

𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 is born too late to inherit and too early to be spared. The youngest child of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent grows up in the shadow of crowns and blades, learning that power is not given, it is taken, kept, and defended at any cost. targaryenoc x aemondtargaryen targaryenoc x aegoniitargaryen taragryenoc x femoc (time wise show accurate) I don't own any of the characters except for my ocs !! (Daeron is replaced by Aemara. Instead of living in Oldtown, she grew up in Kingslanding.)

{ "I'm not afraid." She declared, and she wasn't. She was angry, which is the more productive cousin of fear. }

𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂? 𝓨𝓮𝓼, 𝓸𝓯𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓲 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰

When Visenya Velaryon was born paler than the winter snows barely six moons after the wedding of Rhaenyra and Laenor, the whispers started there. Bastard. No matter how hard Rhaenyra tried to claim she was Laenor's daughter, her resemblance to Daemon and her pale skin proved her lies. The lies and whispers tormented her throughout her life. Then one night on Driftmark in an attempt to protect her half brothers, the life she tried making for herself all came crashing down thanks to the uncle that hated her more than anything; at least that's what she was made to believe. Cover by @-quinlans

Born a second daughter in the shadow of the Iron Throne, she was never meant to leave her mark on history. But with fire in her veins and steel in her hand, she defied expectations.

❝ 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰. ❞ (House of the Dragon Fanfiction) (Aegon II Targaryen x Dragonseed fem!oc) 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬: - Best Aegon fic in the ARMAGEDDON '24 fanfic awards (Thank you to @leafninjaShay for nominating me 🫶🏽)