After the tragic death of Prince Baelor Breakspear, Prince Maekar Targaryen found his patience for his son exhausted. At the urging of the aging king, King Daeron II, Aerion Targaryen was wed to the daughter of Lord Leo Tyrell-a young woman renowned throughout the Reach for her kindness, grace, and generosity. She quickly earned the affection of her good-father and the respect of the court. Yet she could not win the heart of the man she married. For Prince Aerion's gaze had long since fallen elsewhere-upon a hedge knight whose honor shone brighter than any crown. And while duty bound Aerion to his Tyrell bride, his heart remained with Ser Duncan the Tall. Meanwhile his brides heart remained with his father.

In the shadow of dragons and beneath the endless snows of the North, a love story destined to change Westeros begins. Visenya Targaryen was raised among the grandeur and danger of the Red Keep-a dragon princess born of fire, court politics, and ancient blood. Fierce yet gentle, she never imagined her fate would become tied to the cold stone halls of Winterfell. Cregan Stark, heir to the North, is everything the South fears: sharp-eyed, battle-hardened, and loyal beyond reason. When duty binds the wolf and the dragon together, neither expects the quiet devotion that slowly blooms between them beneath the winter skies. But peace in Westeros never lasts. As tensions rise within House Targaryen and darkness gathers beyond the safety of castle walls, Visenya must leave behind the only home she has ever known and embrace a harsher world of wolves, godswoods, and northern traditions. In Winterfell she finds more than duty-she finds belonging. Yet danger follows them even into the frozen North. Haunted forests, prowling wolves, political betrayal, and the looming fracture of the realm threaten everything they have built together. And when Visenya's life hangs by a thread carrying the future heir of House Stark, Cregan discovers there is nothing he will not destroy to protect his family. Rich with romance, heartbreak, ancient magic, and the brutal beauty of the North, *Winter's Moon* is an epic fantasy tale of love forged between fire and ice-where dragons bow to no one, wolves guard what is theirs, and even in the coldest winter, love can become a flame that never dies.

Adelia Hightower was the perfect lady. Everyone thought so, expect her father, sister, and the Princess Rhaenyra. She was good and kind, a breath of fresh air in the dreary Red Keep. Her flaming hair and emerald dresses was a welcome sight amongst the court, especially Prince Aelyx Aelyx Targaryen was the perfect prince. He was his fathers desired heir and his mother's golden boy. He was dutiful and honorable, a figure of hope for the future to come. His kind nature and cunning mind pleased his father's council and the small folk. He constantly had to be perfect, but not around her. HOTD OCxOC I do not own any part of HOTD, only the stories of Adelia and Aelyx

|| A Miniseries || || Daemon Targaryen x OC || When Daemon returned from the Stepstones in 115 AC, he sought out Lady Jocelyn Baratheon, the twenty-year-old daughter of Queen Maegelle. Raised to be pious and gentle, Jocelyn secretly harbored a hidden Targaryen fire within her. Their marriage transformed her from a shy and contemplative maiden into a woman who embraced the dragon within. Their partnership blossomed into a union of fire and devotion, nurtured by Daemon's revelation of the dragon she had concealed and Jocelyn's courageous decision to unleash its power. Warning: This story contains excessive fluff, praise kinks, and daemon being daemon.

Aelora Targaryen is the youngest of Queen Alicent and King Viscerys' children. Born sickly and fragile, with an Angel's face, she lived a difficult life from her first breath.She couldn't ever be like a normal child because she was, "The Sickly Princess". Life becomes more difficult when her brothers start to feel drawn by her, the sweet affection of theirs, once innocent was now turning into something much darker. It was like the Gods had cursed her once again and this time the measters could not save her.

Visenya Targaryen, the eldest surviving child of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, was always expected to rule by everyone-until her father began calling her "his fiery curse." Born with a temperament more dragon than human, she's too fierce, too honest, and too ready for blood in the eyes of a king who prefers peace. When Aemma dies giving birth to Rhaenyra's stillborn brother, and the King names Rhaenyra his heir instead, the realm sees it for what it is: a deliberate rejection of the daughter most fit to rule. But Visenya does not kneel quietly. She turns and does things her way. And when Marriage is on the horizon she wants to marry a man who can match her and so they look North where men are warriors. It's as if it was written by the Gods, Visneya the Unchosen was the Chosen one all along.

edited: 11/27/25 - 11/30/25 heavy edit: 06/04/26 - 06/11/26 ﾟ+*:ꔫ:* 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 Alicendria Targaryen, The 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯. The 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 is 𝔦𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 with her nephew, the 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢. How could someone so perfect be inlove with someone who is 𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖍𝖔𝖙-𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉, 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊? Growing up she did not care of falling inlove with someone and having children. Despite being the sister of the king, a princess, she was a free woman. She is love by many. She is the 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪'𝔰 𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔧𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔩. She did not care about love, she was against of falling inlove with someone who she's related to or she was. ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· "Everything will be alright, 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌." She said as she kissed his hands in comfort. "I lost an eye. Aegon will start laughing at me again. Not because I do not have a dragon, but because I lost an eye." Aemond said burying his head on his aunt's neck. "Oh my poor boy, I shall have Ser Farris find you the most beautiful sapphire and we shall place the sapphire on your right eye just like what Ser Symeon Star-Eyes did." Alicendria said as she caressed her nephew's hair. Trigger Warning Story contains: 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 language, 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, and mentions of 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍.

In the haunted halls of Harrenhal, Prince Daemon Targaryen is visited by a ghost he has spent twenty years trying to forget. Princess Daenerys - his brother's firstborn, his betrothed, his twin flame - died before they could wed and took his heart with her to the grave. In the decades since, Daemon has buried his grief beneath war and ambition: two wives, children he barely knows, and a brutal campaign to seat his niece Rhaenyra upon the Iron Throne. But the dead do not rest easy in Harrenhal. As civil war engulfs the realm and dragonfire splits the sky, Daenerys returns with a warning: without the Silver Queen, the Dance of the Dragons will consume House Targaryen and doom the world to endless winter. The Prince That Was Promised may yet be born - but only if Daemon can change the course of fate. To save the realm from the death stirring beyond the Wall, the Rogue Prince must first confront the demons that haunt him. And to reunite with his beloved in the paradise of Old Valyria, he must find something he abandoned long ago: Redemption. A miniseries. A spin-off of "The Silver Queen." 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝔻𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕖𝕟 𝕩 𝕆ℂ 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: # 𝟙 - 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕝

From the moment she first saw the Prince of Dragonstone, Jocelyn Dondarrion had loved him with the certainty of lightning striking stone. In the aftermath of the Blackfyre Rebellion, she begged her father for the match-and he granted it. So when word came that Baelor Targaryen was to wed a Dondarrion, Jocelyn believed the Seven had answered her prayers. But Baelor, upon hearing the betrothal, imagined it was Jena he would be bound to-only to learn that he had been promised not to the sister he loved, but the one who loved him instead.

Set in the years before the events of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, this story follows Rhaella Targaryen, a quiet and distant daughter of Maekar Targaryen, whose fragile mind bears the same affliction that once plagued his brother. Kept close and hidden from a world she does not fully understand, her condition is managed, contained-and never spoken of. But in trying to protect her from the fate that claimed his kin, Maekar's careful watch begins to take a darker shape. As silence grows heavier than any outburst, the line between duty and devotion only seem to blur. In a house where blood remembers, some inheritances cannot be outrun. (This fanfic will loosely follow the original timeline/plot of the franchise, however not everything will be true to the story and i will change a few things)