A kingdom divided. A choice that will bleed the realm. In the shadows of the Iron Throne, the line between loyalty and betrayal is razor-thin. As the dragons of House Targaryen prepare to tear the realm apart, three souls find themselves caught in a dangerous web of duty, desire, and deadly ambition. With tensions rising and blades drawn in the dark, passion becomes as lethal as the Valyrian steel meant to protect the crown. When the ashes settle and the dance of dragons begins, history will judge their choices but you can't blame them for doing whatever it takes to survive.

He is fire; she fears the flames. Naerys Velaryon, firstborn of Rhaenyra Targaryen, bears the blood of the dragon yet carries a curse that sets her apart: a terror of fire. When her mother's claim hung by a thread, she was bound in childhood to her uncle, Aemond Targaryen-a union forged not out of love, but as the price exacted for the loss of his eye. Ten years later, Naerys returns to King's Landing to fulfill her duty. But her betrothed is no longer the boy she once knew. Aemond is vengeance made flesh, as sharp and unforgiving as the blades he wields. In a court ruled by treachery, where oaths shatter as swiftly as they are sworn, they must set aside their grievances... if only to seize what they both covet. The Iron Throne. And in the game they are forced to play, hatred may prove the only thing more perilous than desire. All rights belong to George RR Martin and HBO House of The Dragon, except any original characters and canon divergence on this story.

Memento mori-remember that you must die, and remember too how fiercely you might live when given the knowledge of impending loss. In which Delphine Fossoway, who loved without restraint and lost without mercy, is granted an impossible second chance to rewrite the last year of her life. Valarr Taragryen x Fem!OC

She was never meant to kneel. Raised as an apothecary in the Red Keep, she has always carried something she couldn't explain - dreams of fire, fragments of Valyrian, a strange indifference to flame. When Prince Valarr Targaryen takes notice of her, the past her family tried to bury begins to return. And in King's Landing, nothing that's buried stays that way. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 ©𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐝

[PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS‼️] 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 )

"A falling star brings luck to those who see it." "The luck is all mine already, Elaena" To be the first princess born to House Targaryen in a generation is to have your fate sealed with your first cry. To have someone watching over you from the stars is to have your luck foretold, your path guided by their light. Or so Elaena Targaryen tells herself. Prince Maekar had long defied brothers and Kings alike to keep his little stargirl beside him. But the tourney at Ashford is a summons, and the King's word is law. Marriage is duty. But a falling star can change its course.

(BEING RE-WRITTEN) ❝ 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰. ❞ (House of the Dragon Fanfiction) (Aegon II Targaryen x Dragonseed fem!oc) 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬: - Best Aegon fic in the ARMAGEDDON '24 fanfic awards (Thank you to @leafninjaShay for nominating me 🫶🏽)

❝ 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞ (Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Bastard OC) (Modern!AU of House of the Dragon)

In the bloody realm of Westeros, a dark and dramatic tale unfolds. The young daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen, burdened with a legacy of power and betrayal, returns to the ominous streets of King's Landing after her mother's tragic death. Determined to reclaim her rightful place as a Targaryen and master a formidable dragon of her own, she embarks on a perilous journey of freeing the people of tyrants heavy fist. Among the shadows of the Red Keep, she crosses paths with Aegon Targaryen, a brooding figure bearing the weight of his ambitions. Their meeting is charged with tension, as secrets and hidden desires simmer beneath the surface. The Iron Throne beckons and their fates become inexorably entwined, setting the stage for a cataclysmic clash that will shatter the realm. [don't read if sensitive + i reserve all rights over this fanfic, fictional storyline and oc's i give no permission to "taking inspiration" out of it or etc]

{More Book accurate than Show accurate Cuz Fuck Ryan Condal & Sara Hess} Born in the heart of fire and blood, Saera Velaryon, the eldest daughter and heir of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, was a child beloved beyond measure-a princess draped in adoration, raised to believe the Iron Throne was her birthright. The realm called her *Saera the Spoiled*, for she had never known a world where she was not treasured. But war does not spare even the most cherished. When the Dance of the Dragons erupts, the realm fractures between Black and Green. Prince Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed rider of Vhagar, stands at the forefront of the war, a blade in the name of his mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, and his brother, King Aegon II. A warrior forged in anger, ruthless and unyielding, but was his sword ever truly theirs to start? Aemond harbors a secret-a devotion that undermines the very cause he supposedly fights for. For all his wrath and violence, his heart has been lost to Saera since childhood, bound to her by longing, by fate, by a love neither of them dared to name. When duty and desperation forced them into an marriage before the war broke, their union was meant to be a bridge between Green and Black, a political bond to quell animosity and resentment. But beneath the weight of war and betrayal, behind closed doors and whispered confessions, *love*-unyielding, undeniable-has already taken root. Their love is a treasonous thing, a flame burning between two sides sworn to destroy each other. And in the end, when the blood of kin stains the realm and dragons fall from the sky, Aemond must make a choice-his family or his wife, his crown or his heart. For what is duty when weighed against devotion? And what is a throne when set against love? _ "And then the storm broke, and the dragons danced."