Following the loss of his wife, Dyanna Dayne, Prince Maekar has lived a life of cold solitude, and unending duty for his children. His life is meticulously crafted to fill the void Dyanna left, with the burdens of court politics, and war. Lady Ryelle Arryn, daughter of the Lord of the Vale, was one of girls chosen from across the realm, to accompany Kiera of Tyrosh as ladies-in-waiting, upon her arrival in King's Landing. Known for her brunette locks, often cascading in waves down her back, and her soft blue eyes; Ryelle was quiet, and tender hearted. Not a lady to seek an advantageous marriage, but one who sought to remain by Kiera's side. The political landscape of Westeros, however, had other plans. With the dormant threat of the Blackfyres haunting the throne, and the Free Cities growing brazen once more, the Vale forged a marriage of convenience with the Crown, thrusting Ryelle from the shadows unto Maekar's side, and the role of Princess of Summerhall. An army in exchange for a union between Dove and Avil. Influence in the East, Maekar would buy through his young wife. For her mother, Lady Taerra, hailed from the powerful house of Haen in Pentos. What begins as a dutiful arrangement between a hardened prince and his bride evolves into a grueling, slow-burn seduction of both mind and body. Maekar will have to learn to navigate the simmering tensions of his brother's regency, and his fear of betraying Dyanna's memory. While Ryella must find her footing at court, and in her husband's bed.

They said Prince Daeron dreamed true, though he drowned the visions in wine before dawn could claim them. Elenei Waxley, raised on superstition and stories, listens anyway. In a world where songs outlive the dead, she begins to wonder whether prophecy is merely another kind of haunting. [A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms fanfic] [Daeron the Drunken × oc]

⋆｡˚ 🥀 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 ୨୧˚｡⋆ ──── Suri had lost everything, her family, her home, her faith. But most of all she had lost the girl she used to be. The only survivor of a forgotten watertribe, Suri is forced into hiding within the same nation that destroyed her life. Taken in by a mysterious and vengeful waterbender, she learned to turn her grief into power, and her power into something far more dangerous. But rage is a path that never ends, spiraling into an endless circle of hatred. And when Suri was confronted with what she had become, she had to choose between revenge and the possibility of something more. For even in a world torn apart by war, love can bloom in the most unexpected places. #1 Bloodbender - 18.04.26 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌊˚ 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣: 2022 @𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒂 ₊ ⊹ Prince Zuko x Fem!OC

IN WHICH, Maera Targaryen meets a knight during her dinner in a Baratheon tent that doesn't seem to recognize the power her name holds. With affection growing between the two, Maera sets her dutiful life aside to find her own happiness with Duncan.

ــــــــ 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑- 𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡. ﮩ status ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ ongoing ﮩ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍-𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖶𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗌, 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖺𝗅, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖠𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗇, 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾. ✧ Slow-Burn / Tension-heavy / Enemies to Lovers / Morality vs. Desire / Psychological tension / Control vs. Surrender / Complex characters ✧ New Book Cover!

˚✧🗡️🐉. ( ᴡᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ) -✿-🗡️˚ʚ ᗢ₊ ˖ ࣪⭑ ━ ❝ she is the blood of the two greatest dynasty's the world has ever seen.❞ ─── 𝗔𝗡 𝗚𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖

"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ There is a kind of beauty in imperfection ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ── in being unapologetically oneself. BENEDICT BRIDGERTON © ipseities BOOK 2 in the TWICE NAMED DIAMOND duology

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.