So mad at the gods because you're all I wanted. PRINCE BAELOR TARGARYEN / FEM!OC a knight of the seven kingdoms, s.1

Stark OC x Jaime Lannister | Lannister OC x Robert Baratheon | Rosennis Stark was not like her sister Lyanna. She wasn't bold, nor beautiful and nor wild; more stiff, stony and icy cold. She comes out of the rebellion with scars on her skin, a bastard son with a lion's eyes on her knee, and memories of fire and blood that refuse to leave her. Only to return to the North and find Roose Bolton never broke their betrothal. Giana Lannister was beautiful, fair of face but also of character; her brother joked that she couldn't possibly be a Lannister with her cheery smile and lack of ambition. An ill-advised fling with Robert Baratheon results in Giana birthing a black haired bastard of her own. Dangerous, in a time when Baratheon banners are rising against the might of the Targaryens. The ripples from two more players in the game of thrones are felt throughout Westeros, altering the course of history forever. * Rosennis Stark was a strange girl, Jaime thought. It had been over a month since they rode into King's Landing in the same party, and yet he barely knew her at all. He'd tried to brush her off as dull at first. Her long, sharp face, stiffness and reserved manner did little to disprove that, and she seemed entirely unimpressed by anything and everything she came across, especially him. That in itself was rather entertaining, however; he had amused himself on the journey to King's Landing by finding the best ways to get under her skin. * "Ser," She nodded a greeting, offering no more words. He noticed the girl wore a riding habit; did she mean to ride that monster? Not that Jaime wouldn't - he'd just never met a woman who rode a half-wild warhorse. "Lady Rosennis. You're good with horses. Less so with conversation," "I know," Her expression barely changed. She seemed slightly annoyed, slightly amused. "My sister is better," With horses or people? The latter, he supposed.

Lyanna Stark lives and is married to Jaime Lannister after the rebellion. The rare pairing no one knew they needed. * The solemn, quiet girl he met the day before their wedding did not match up with the stories he'd heard of the she-wolf of Winterfell. His little wife's wild looks seemed somewhat strange when paired with her subdued personality. She spoke clearly but quietly, and though she repeated her courtesies, if a little coldly, she did not smile, nor did those words sound natural from her mouth. She was her brother Ned in every respect, solemn, serious and reserved. And it didn't suit her one bit. "Just count yourself lucky I won't put up the same fight for you that I did for him," She tossed her hair slightly, dark curls dancing in the warm candlelight, an old, proud defiance that was clearly familiar to her returning. It suited her better than the dead shell she had been up until this point. Jaime said nothing. He didn't doubt for a moment that this woman had put up a hell of a fight. * Word count: 59,266 (only four chapter but they're long!)

▐ 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 ☄︎ ❝ ah, look at all the lonely people ! ❞ 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 a princess's solace will become her downfall ೃ༄ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

"The future's in our hands and we will never be the same again."

There is a graveyard where everything I am talking about is now. (c)2022 by @lotusqueens

To be loved by a dragon was more a curse than a blessing. He was set to burn the world down, and who was she to become anything more than ashes in his wake? House of the Dragon Daemon Targaryen x OC

Our ruin is shaped the same. ─ Visenya, Aemond, and the price of godhood. AEMOND TARGARYEN X FEM!OC © ad0rily 2022

"I made a promise to protect you. Honor or not, that is one I intend to keep." - A story of a Lion and a Wolf, two beings brought together by the very same reasons that should have kept them apart.

Female Robert Baratheon * Robarra was dauntless, a force of nature, the centre of any room she was in even at sixteen. She had a talent for making friends, despite her hot temper, which flared up fast and fierce but was forgotten just as quickly. She laughed loudly and often, making bawdy jests with the men without flinching, giving just as good as she got. So why was she crying? "I've been a fool," Ned's friend sat down on his bed, seemingly uncaring that she only wore a thin (but mercifully long) nightdress. "I made a stupid mistake and gods, everyone's going to be so angry. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Just a bit of fun," * As the bedding ceremony kicked off, Ned and Stannis locked eyes as the horde of eager men descended on a laughing Robarra, who was already loudly joining in on their bawdy jests and crude suggestions, and sat back down. "She's enjoying herself," Ned said with a shrug. Stannis had grimaced but seemed to agree. No doubt he didn't want to see his sister stripped naked, either. That wasn't the reason Ned hadn't joined them; he didn't particularly want to see his friend delivered to her marriage bed at all. * Ned knew that Robarra wanted him to stay in court after the wedding - she had told him as much - but ultimately there was no place for him here. Ned wasn't a knight, wasn't made for politics and found King's Landing rather suffocating; they were not children anymore, besides, and the Princess of Dragonstone could not be seen going out riding in the Kingswood or drinking in the city with a man who was not her husband.