Eleanor Tyrell was not kind. No one ever dared to question that and one had to be a fool to see gentleness where there was none at all. She did not conceal her cruelty, nor her pride. In fact, she thought it suited her. When Prince Maekar tried to wed his son Aerion in a desperate attempt to tame him, Lord Leo Tyrell didn't hesitate to secure that match for his own daughter, hoping it would tame her just the same. It didn't. Aerion and Eleanor were like flame to flame, igniting a wildfire, leaving nothing but destruction in their way. A match made in hell. Throughout the years they learned how to speak the same language, the language of ambition. The hunger for power ignited something inside of them, consuming both until there was nothing left of them anymore. Just death. || Aerion Targaryen X OC ||

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.

"Goodbye papa, please prey for me" - Seasons In The Sun - 2023 Remaster Vaella Targaryen was a delicate, melancholy beauty, whispered about in ballads and spoken of reverently by her own parents. She moved like silk through the world-soft, luminous, untouchable. And yet Aerion Brightflame had decided she was something to be torn apart, piece by piece, with teeth and claws.

Blessed be the daughters of Cain, bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception - Ptolomaea, Ethel Cain "Let the Seven devour the traitors, for a king may rule, but even he will one day face the Stranger-and He judges harshly those who defy the law of the Gods." So prayed Princess Aelys: the innocent praying for death, the woman praying for a man to wear the Conqueror's Crown. targaryen oc x aemond targaryen team green

𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖘 Le néant, voilà à quoi elle était destinée. La douleur, la misère et la tristesse. C'était ce que son rang avait décidé pour elle. Mais elle allait réécrire son destin. Briser ses chaînes, sortir de l'ombre. Et ceux qui s'opposeront à elle, Succomberont dans les flammes et le sang.

Née du sang des dragons, promise à un prince que tout le royaume craint, Vaella Targaryen n'a jamais eu le luxe de choisir son destin. Mariée à Aerion Brightflame, un homme aussi fascinant que dangereux, elle devient malgré elle la seule capable de voir au-delà du masque du monstre qu'il rêve d'être. Entre jeux de pouvoir, secrets de cour, disparitions mystérieuses et regards qui en disent plus que des serments, Vaella devra apprendre une chose : survivre parmi les dragons ne suffit pas... il faut parfois apprendre à en devenir un. Et tandis que le royaume se prépare pour le tournoi d'Ashford, certains vérités enfouies menacent de remonter à la surface. Car à la cour des Targaryen, les flammes ne s'éteignent jamais. Elles couvent. Et elles consument.

❝on the eleventh day of the tenth moon, queen alicent of house hightower gave birth to twins. one to resemble the mother, the other to resemble the father❞ in which hightower looks mean less when your dragon is as fierce as vhagar

when rhaenyra believes her only threat is alicent's sons, she comes to realise how wrong she is when the rage of alicent's daughter comes for her.

He had such dangerous hands, that rarely even touched a weapon. When the death of a good lord shatters the realm's fragile peace, the King's scattered bastards remain - living, breathing secrets. Two bastards of a stag crown find their fates entwined with a realm's ambitions by the very blood that has always marked them as outsider. He could not deny nor downplay it. her ambitions were alarming. a bastard child who can be nothing could also be everything. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ game of thrones oc centered fanfiction. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ sandor clegane and petyr baelish as love interests.

❝ to ravage, to slaughter, to usurp under false titles, they call empire; and where they make a desert, they call it peace ❞. in which the second daughter of the king can't bear to live an ordinary life. team green targaryen oc (multiple love interests).