Daelenyra Targaryen sister of Valarr and Matarys Targaryen, second child of Baelor Targaryen she is 15-16 yo, she wear only rich Targaryen dresses and Valyrian jewelry and have beautiful light violet eyes and silver-gold long hair and very pale skin. She arrived at the Ashford tournament with her father, brother, uncle, and his son, Aerion. Daelenyra's relationship with Aerion is very strained........ All rights to the characters and most events belong to HBO ‼️

Saccharine, if you look closely. Not the sweetness sung in ballads. Not the kind meant for courtly display. Honey hidden in bitter tea. Warmth beneath something meant to be stern. You do not taste it at first. Aerra does. In the hush between their names. In the way his hand lingers at her waist a fraction too long before remembering itself. In the quiet looks that would ruin them if anyone else noticed. He calls it discipline. She feels the sweetness trembling underneath. And in a world built on duty and dragons, softness like that is almost a sin.

IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel in the slums of Flea Bottom leaves King's Landing on a turnip cart, in hopes to make more coin at Ashford Meadow. She crosses paths with a hedge knight whose never experienced the touch of a woman. Not only was he the tallest man she's ever seen-but the first to ever show her what love truly is. She also catches the attention of a Targaryen prince, becoming his object of desire-and subject to his cruel ways of pleasure. ( A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction ) ( Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Commoner OC x Aerion Targaryen )

HELAENA TARGARYEN hated Aerion and wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. The only problem? Aerion loved a game of cat and mouse, and he was utterly transfixed on his younger sister. Aerion would do everything in his power to keep her attention on him, even if that meant taking out lords, or manipulating his father to betroth them.

when lord lyonel baratheon hosted a tourney at storms end in honor of his only daughters seventeenth nameday, the great houses of westeros assembled at the ancestral seat of house baratheon. even the house of the dragon had made the journey from the crownlands to here - gracing the tourney not only with the presence of the heir, prince baelor, but king daeron himself. an event worthy of the historybooks, just as lord baratheon intended - what had not been on his mind was the fact that his beloved daughter, the storms doe, had caught the eye of a dragon.

'a golden cage is still just a cage' [I own absolutely nothing except my own character(s) that's I have created for this story. Everything else belongs to George RR Martin and the creator(s) of the HBO series A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms.]

Slow burn!! Revealed too early and claimed too quietly, Vhaella Targaryen learns that dragonblood is both a gift and a curse. Proud of her name and drawn to a dragon she was never meant to touch, she is placed within the household of Aerion Targaryen-a man bound to her by blood and forbidden from her by law. In a world ruled by fire and silence, some desires are dangerous precisely because they are unspoken.

🐉 ── ⊹₊ ⋆ ⌗ ❛ La obsesión también puede vestirse de silencio... ❜ 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 x saera targaryen kotsk • fanfiction • © haeyuka, 2026

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