IN WHICH A TARGARYEN DAUGHTER ATTENDS ASHFORD MEADOW TOURNEY. ( 19.02.26 ) ( duncan the tall )

and you know damn well for you, i would ruin myself a million little times house of the dragon, seasons 1 - ? ( jacaerys velaryon x female oc )

Aera has spent her life trapped between two forces destined to clash, her twin brother Aerion, fierce and possessive, and their cousin Valarr, the calm but ambitious heir whose quiet strength challenges everything Aerion represents. Their rivalry, born from years of tension and sharpened by the expectations of blood and power, follows them through every hall of the Red Keep, turning Aera into the center of a conflict she never asked for. Torn between loyalty and growing affection, she walks a dangerous line where every glance feels like a choice and every choice like a betrayal, knowing that in a family where love and ambition are inseparable, she may be the one thing neither man is willing to surrender.

Princess Daenys Martell firstborn daughter of Princess Daenerys Targaryen and Prince Maron Martell, the future Ruling Princess of Dorne. Unlike her siblings she bears Valyrian features, silver-gold hair and amethyst eyes, which set her apart and fuel whispers about her parentage, including rumors linking her to Daemon Blackfyre. Though she was born prematurely and lives with lasting damage to her lungs, she refuses to see herself as fragile. Others treat her as if she were made of glass, unfit to rule and more Targaryen than Martell.. Her illness confines her body, not her will and she is determined to prove that she is more than the "weak heir" people believe her to be. Aerion recognizes this defiance and exploits it. Unlike others, he does not coddle her. Instead, he tests her limits, pushing her to endure him, his presence, even his suffocating closeness. He frames it as strength, as transformation, convincing her that she does not need the same things as ordinary people that she is above them. Their relationship is not one of simple control, it is a struggle. She is drawn to the way he sees her not as fragile, but as worthy. That validation is intoxicating, not because she is weak, but because it aligns with the person she wants to be. And in trying to prove she is not breakable, she risks letting him reshape her into something far more dangerous.

Shaera Rivers was born from the union of the Great Bastards. Daughter of the two most dangerous shadows in Westeros, Bloodraven and Shiera Seastar. Granddaughter of King Aegon Targaryen the Unworthy, Lady Melissa Blackwood, and Serenei of Lys. Valarr Targaryen was the heir's heir, the golden prince of his age, tethered by honor to a crown he was born to protect. And Shaera Rivers was the bastard's bastard. No matter how noble her lineage appeared, her roots were rotten with the shame of her birth. Their love was a bond that no king would sanction and no realm would ever tolerate. ~ "Who is that?" Kiera asked, her voice tighter than she intended. Lady Ellyn's lips curved slightly. "That is her.. Prince Valarr's beloved." The word struck like a stone. "Beloved?" "Indeed." Ellyn's eyes followed Shaera's hands as the shears moved with quiet precision. "When Valarr looks at her, he sees flowers, lilies, roses, something rare and delicate. But watch closely my dear." Her voice dropped to a velvet whisper. "He sees blossoms... while her hands close only around poisonous weeds." Kiera hesitated. "She looks... fragile. Almost ethereal." "So does frost." Ellyn murmured. "Right before it kills the harvest." Her voice lowered into a silken warning. "Do not let the silver hair deceive you. Beneath that glow is a girl who climbed into a prince's heart using tricks no septa would ever teach. They say... she has enchanted him." Her gaze slid back to Kiera, sharp and knowing. "If I were you.." She said softly. "I'd ensure Prince Valarr remembers the difference between a highborn rose and a common weed before she sows any more seeds in his head..."

｡˚ ✩ 🌙 . * 🪐 ˚｡ ☼ ❝ shed some light on me please ❞ valarr targaryen 𝒙 female oc tulipsluvs ,, 2026

Prince Valarr Targaryen, son of Baelor Targaryen, was carefully sculpted to be the perfect prince. But the death of his beloved wife, Elayne Redwyne, left a hollow space in his chest that duty could not fill. In the cold wake of his loss, he found warmth in the one place he should have feared to look: the tempting arms of Lady Lysara Loraqen. Lysara is renowned for being clever, with a beauty that surpasses the muck of Westeros, and-most dangerously-the shackled wife of the volatile, Prince Aerion Targaryen. What began as a whispered confidence in a dark corridor has spiraled into a feverish obsession. For Valarr, Lysara is no longer just comfort; she is a necessity. But for Aerion, possession is the only law. Known for a temper that burns hotter than wildfire, Aerion views his wife as his absolute domain. The one thing no one can claim ownership over, but himself. In a court where every wall has ears, and every shadow has eyes, Valarr and Lysara play a lethal game of heated liaison. They dance recklessly on the edge of a blade, knowing that if Aerion were to suspect of their betrayal, the Dragonpit will run red with more than just old blood.

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.

tough as nails, built for breaking but you were just a kid when they told you you'd been born to bleed, little soldier or. Valarr Targaryen wants many things- for his father to live forever, for his jousting skills to improve, for a chance to shine. The one thing he knows he shouldn't want is Dahlia Fossoway. Aerion's bethroted. But for all his focus on his duty, he can't bring himself to give her up.

In a dynasty forged in conquest, prophecy, and blood, Aelora and Valarr find something dangerously rare: tenderness. From Summerhall to King's Landing, their story unfolds through stolen glances, courtly splendor, political betrothals, and devastating grief. A tragic Targaryen romance about first love, fragile happiness, and the cruel cost of losing it. 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍