In a kingdom where the dragon's breath caresses the horizon, its wings beating the skies, the fiery breaths fall silent. Beauty mingles with secrecy, and tenderness is cloaked in mystery. Hearts open like flowers in the morning, promising light and hope. The softness of silk caresses the skin, fragile and tempting, while beneath its surface secrets and scars are hidden. For behind the veil of silk, shadows lengthen, vows crack, and silence hides blades. In this game of appearances, the truth is often the most dangerous of thorns, the deadliest of silks, and the ugliest of scars. Every gesture, every promise, bears the traces of old, sweet memories that have become deep, silent wounds. In a world where appearances veil the truth, where beauty conceals pain, even invisible scars tell stories, legends that we dare not even whisper. Between deceptive gentleness and buried desires, the boundary is fragile. For learning to recognise the manipulation behind gentleness, learning to recognise the pain behind a beautiful facade, learning to recognise a lie in a truth quickly becomes a matter of survival, and that requires more than just a mask.

❝𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯-𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.❞ - ᴀᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘙𝘈𝘎𝘖𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘖𝘕 𝘖𝘕𝘌 - ? 𝘋𝘈𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘙𝘏𝘈𝘌𝘕𝘠𝘙𝘈 𝘋𝘈𝘜𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘖𝘊

The youngest daughter of the crown, Alyrie Targaryen, was raised in the pious shadow of the Hightower of Oldtown. But beneath the sacred light of the Seven, she discovered a temptation that would become her Original Sin. Now, summoned home to a court teetering on the brink of war, the Greens await their pious pawn. But Alyrie returns to King's Landing as the architect of her own Eden lost, ready to spread her corruption from the heart of the court itself. Gwayne Hightower x OC Aemond Targaryen x OC Aegon Targaryen x OC

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.