𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. For thirteen years, Prince Baelor Targaryen has played the perfect prince-stoic, dutiful, and untouched by scandal. Until the gates of the Red Keep opened, and Princess Daena returned. She was no longer the child he remembered, but a woman whose silver-gold beauty commands the attention of every lord in the hall. Their shared glances turn into a dangerous, forbidden fire. Baelor knows that loving her is a betrayal of his blood and his duty-a choice that could shatter the very family he is meant to protect. But as the spring air thickens with unspoken vows, the Prince of the Realm realizes that even a legend is only a man And even Baelor as the future king would burn his kingdom down for one more stolen hour in Daena's arms.

🔮🕊🔮🕊 Helaena Targaryen is the daughter of Maekar Targaryen and Dyanna Dayne, born in 193 AC. Like her ancestor Helaena Targaryen, sister-wife of Aegon the ll, Helaena is a dreamer, a dragon dreamer. Helaena older brother Daeron is a dreamer too. Helaena looks like her father with the hair and eyes but the face is all her mother, so when Dyanna Dayne sadly died giving birth, Helaena took on the role as mother. Helaena would take care of her younger siblings, Aemon, Daella, Aegon and Rhae, she would also take care of her older siblings too. Daeron her older brother sometimes thought Helaena was their mother, when he was drunk. Which is most of the time. Helaena didn't care tho, she only care that her family was taken care of. Helaena never let her family see her down or suffering, especially from her dreams. When Helaena was just a girl, 11 namedays she was married off to her older brother Daeron, she gave birth to a child, a little girl named Dyanna after their mother. Helaena and Daeron also had twin sons named Baelon and Aelyx, Daeron choosing the boys names. Helaena life ended somewhat like the first Helaena life ended but that ending is a while away.

"She may be out of Valarr's life, for now, but there wasn't a day where he hadn't thought about her" Amaryllis Baratheon was a young, sweet, wise girl. She had her whole life ahead of her, and it looked promising. Especially when the son of the heir to the Iron Throne falls head over heels for Amaryllis after she attends his name day with her family. During the feast, he knows for sure: she's the one. But after the feast, Amaryllis disappears from his life. He never forgot her. When they meet again at the Ashford Knights Tournament, he's overjoyed, but she no longer remembers him. She's lost part of her memory after a horse accident. Valarr tries everything he can to make her remember the feast days, how close they were back then. And he does everything he can to win her over. I don't own anything from AKOTSK or something else from ASOIAF! Only this story and Amaryllis!

Aerion is powerful, reckless... and utterly dangerous-but beside him-or against him-stands a girl of striking white hair, a Baratheon heiress whose calm, calculating gaze hides a mind sharper than any blade. In a palace of secrets, fire, and blood, she must navigate desire, betrayal, and deadly games of power. With Valarr watching, alliances shift, and hearts collide, every choice has consequences-and every glance could ignite something forbidden. Can she bend the strongest men to her will, survive the plots around her, and claim her destiny... or will passion and power consume her first? In this world, honor is a mask, ambition is a weapon, and desire can be just as deadly as steel. Enjoy my dear reader 👌🏻😁

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

Silver hair. Lavender eyes. A house that once ruled the skies. Princess Saera Targaryen was born after the dragons. She did not inherit their wings. Only their fire.

It was cold and dark. Visenya's eyes could only just about see Aerion stood immediately before her as the light ignited by the flames around them danced around his face. He stared towards her, like he was trying to do nothing but figure her out. "Please" she spoke, her voice coming out as more of a whisper, "believe me" she added. Her eyes were pleading, her heart rate beating at a quick pace. His eyes flicked between her own, he took a step closer and backed her into the bed's wooden pillar making her breath hitch. Then, he shook his head as his face grew inches from her own. "No." // After a troubled start to childhood a young Visenya is shipped away to Dorne to be raised away from the spotlight with a promise to return when she is fit for marriage. Now, a much more mature Visenya must make her way home. Her homecoming leads her straight to the tourney at Ashford Meadows, where the realm's most eligible knights gather to compete for glory. But among the shining armour rides the very man tied to the shadows of her childhood, the one person she has tried to forget leading to a fatal attraction and desire that no matter how much she refuses it. Will she be able to resist and find a suitor? Or will she let her whole reputation come crashing down?

They call her siren the way men always do when a woman is too beautiful to be forgiven for it. Lady Anika Harlaw, sea-born and violet-clad, with a voice that can hush a hall and haunt a shoreline, leaving sailors swearing they heard her singing them into the deep. They call him Daeron the Drunken, the dragon prince who slips from court like smoke, who drinks to outrun his own dreams, until the day he sees her and becomes a new kind of wreck entirely: wide-eyed, trembling, starving with it, his devotion so blatant it borders on prayer. While the realm sharpens its knives into gossip and jealous roses bare their thorns, Anika glides through dragonfire and silk with a smile like a blade, unmoved by fragile women and dangerous men alike, until the prince at her feet proves he is not the sort to take, but the sort to beg. And gods, how sweet a prince can look when he forgets how to breathe.

Valar Morghulis, All men must die Aenora Targaryen, the eldest child of Maekar Targaryen and Dyanna Dane, had once loved the wind with a kind of innocent devotion, letting it chase her through fields and across open roads as her silver hair lifted behind her like something alive and unbound. Until she turned mad. NOTE: you can find this story on tumblr under my user @whaley and it would be slightly different as im changing it up a bit for wattpad. it'll go under a different name titled 'do i make you scream?' WARNING: violence, graphic description, sexual assault, r@pe, sexual themes, smut, infidelity, targcest, fucked up people man

" try not to hold on to what is gone i try to do right, what is wrong? i try to keep on keepin' on " Jeyne Hightower had always wanted to be a septa. To serve the Seven to the best of her abilities. She had begged and cried and clawed all her life for it. But to House Hightower, what she wanted was of little consequence. The game of thrones cared little for the desires of high born girls. When her grandsire sends her to King's Landing to attend the wedding of Prince Valarr, Jeyne catches the eyes of many. Many who wish to use her, who wanted her to tame a drunk dragon. daeron targaryen X oc a knight of the seven kingdoms fanfiction