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, the Original Sin was comitted. Where guilt met desire, And innocence met corruption, And submission met control. 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 a player in the game now set in motion, ready to spread her corruption and influence from the heart of the court itself. All while fighting to dominate the one feeling that has ever eluded her control: a love born under the eyes of the Faith.

kaerythra targaryen, a young girl born of bastard blood. she once loved rhaenyra targaryen and believed that it mattered. but it did not.

The twin sister of Aemond Targaryen and rider of Cannibal, Viserra has spent her life torn between guilt and rage, forever caught between the daughter Queen Alicent wanted and the monster the realm believes her to be. But when she finds herself falling for Prince Jacaerys Velaryon-the heir of the very side her family is destined to fight-the cracks in House Targaryen become impossible to ignore. As old grudges turn into war and dragons prepare to dance, Viserra must choose between blood, duty, and the boy she was never supposed to love. i do not own house of the dragons i however own viserra and her plot

Princess Visera Targaryen is Prince Baelor's only daughter, born on Dragonstone with silver hair like a promise and a curse, grows adored, indulged, and spoiled so thoroughly the realm itself seems trained to kneel when she merely lifts her chin. She is all velvet insolence and laughing defiance, a storm in pearls who expects the world to be handed to her, until she meets the one prince who does not bend. Aerion is fire given flesh: proud, cruel, and hungry for reverence, the sort of dragon-boy who would rather break than yield, and in him Visera finds the only refusal sharp enough to feel like desire. When King Daeron binds them in betrothal against the furious warnings of Baelor and Maekar, it is meant as a remedy, two tempests married to cancel each other out, but the gods do not bless such logic. What follows is a marriage like a dagger-dance: venom and laughter, denial and demand, courtly scandal and private hunger, two bright disasters locked together while those who love them watch with dread, knowing the realm has just tied silk to wildfire... and sooner or later, everyone will smell the smoke.

❝ My cousin was made for this, wasn't she? To swallow me all... ❞ ⚜️ A AERION BRIGHTFLAME STORY ⚔️ A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS AU ━━━ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ⟢ He was called Aerion Brightflame, beautiful as dawn, cruel as wildfire. Born with the arrogance of gods and the madness of dragons. To him, the world was a stage built for his glory, and every soul beneath him merely kindling for his flame. When Dhaenyra Targaryen, is brought to court as his betrothed, she quickly learns that beauty in Targaryens burns as easily as it dazzles. His gaze is worship and ruin both; his touch, a promise and a curse. And as his hunger for divinity grows, Dhaenyra realizes that Aerion's belief that he is no mere man may not end with madness, but with fire. A tale of pride, fire, and the doomed brilliance of a prince who would be dragon. ✵ ✵ ✵ Fem oc x Aerion Targaryen ⌗ | The character and universe do not belong to me, All rights go to George R.R Martin I only own my oc - A song of ice and fire fandom

(COMING SOON) (Aerion Targaryen X OC fem) (Valarr Targaryen X OC fem) (Valarr X OC Fem X Aerion)

"They're incestuous aliens, Duncan. Blood-magickers and tyrants who've burned our lands, enslaved our people, dragged us into their wars without a mote of respect for our history or our customs. Every pale-haired brat they saddled on us has been madder than the last, gods know how...and everyone knows about Aerion and his cousin." Aerion Targaryen is the perfect definition of a Targaryen: breathtakingly beautiful, powerful but above all, driven by an unyielding fire that borders on pure madness. In his heart, there is room for only one person: his cousin, Aelerys. As the third child of Rhaegel Targaryen, Aelerys was forced to move to Summerhall in an attempt to cure her father's madness. It was there that she met Aerion, who soon developed a dark, suffocating obsession with her, one so intense that it ended up infecting her too. Because of this, rumors began to spread throughout Westeros, though everyone within the castle walls refused to believe them. From the day she met her cousin, Aelerys's life turned into a nightmare. It wasn't because of Aerion's love but due to a strange curse she knew nothing about, a curse that killed everyone she loved. Their love is doomed, dark and morbidly twisted. Bound by an obsession so deep, they will make dangerous enemies who will do anything to separate them.

After her mother's death, Elaena Hightower is drawn into a political marriage with the heir to the Iron Throne. Duty is demanded, and love uncertain. Or perhaps, inevitable?

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)

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.