" i am no man's peace " alina targaryen thrived on disappointing the people around her. no matter how simple the expectation, alina was determined to shatter it in hopes that she would eventually be left in peace. after she is married to her nephew, jacaerys, in an attempt to calm her wild ways, alina is determined to bring chaos and as many headaches as possible in her wake. she would not be changed for anyone, not even here 'lord husband'. hotd s1- semi canon compliant, jacaerys velaryon x femoc

Dread coiled and turned to solid stone in his gut. It Weighed him. Weighed each step toward his dressing table. There, the source of his sleepless nights rested. The Glass Candle. It was burning. A starry, pale white flame flickered above the twisted black glass. He stopped but a pace away from the flame. Still close enough to feel the cold flame licking at his face. Turning his nerves in a way that made his skin crawl. A sickening feeling. The chilling burn of its glow sank back into the root of his bones. He couldn't stop it from growing. From becoming the monster he swore would never fall upon him again. Fear. His lips parted. A ragged breath rushed in. That fear swelled in his chest. He could not breathe in or out. Could not think clearly from the endless barrage of questions striking in his mind. Millions he wanted answered, and millions more he didn't. He feared what would answer. What lived in the pale white light... What lived beyond it? Could they be trusted? The most frightening question of all shrieked louder than all others in his mind. So loud he winced. So loud he could not stop himself from asking... "...What do you want from me?" He stood in the silence. It blanketed him like falling snow. He stared into the weepy white flame. Its icy barbs impaling him slowly from the inside out. Then sinking into his bones over again. A breeze trickled into his bedchamber. It's chill clawed at him from behind. From the opposite direction of his window. Her voice seeped into him like the sharp white flame burning at his back. "What does anything anywhere want? Does the seed not want to grow? Does the river wish not to flow? Does the hunter not want his prey? Do the storm clouds wish not for relief? Does fire not wish to burn?" Jacaerys Velaryon x male!oc [Some Aemond and a lil sprinkle of Baela] [Book 1/2]

────────────────── .˚ᵎ┊ belladonna ⋆.ೃ࿔:･❝ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑. ❞ - 𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑏𝑒𝑡𝘩 「 in which the bewitching, untameable, controversial velaryon princess captures the hearts of a few princes, creating further divide in the house of targaryens. 」 ·˚✎ ﹏ 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 #1 in #daerontargaryen #2 in #jacaerystargaryen #1 in #aegontargaryen #2 in #aemondtargaryen HOUSE OF THE DRAGON FANFIC VARIOUS TARGARYEN/VELARYON x VELARYON FEM!OC STARTED : 18 . 10 . 2022 PUBLISHED : 17 . 02 . 2024 , 08 . 02. 2026 @𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗂-