Aerion Targaryen is the perfect incarnation of the Targaryen curse: brilliant, beautiful but madness courses through his veins like wildfire. His cousin, Aelerys, is fated to lose everything she holds dear due to a curse. From childhood, he has desired Aelerys and he will do anything to have her. But obsession is a contagion. Aelerys found herself drawn to him. She will be consumed by her obsession with him, so much that she will turn against her own blood, willing to sacrifice everything.

Two siblings born from the blood of the dragon. They say when he was born, the coin that gods flipped had landed on the side of madness. But what about her?

Laena Targaryen, twin sister of Aerion Brightflame, was promised to their cousin Valarr. The marriage was arranged to strengthen the dragon line. Only she knew the truth. It was her father Maekar's, desperate attempt to separate what should never have been close. It was his way of keeping his children from destroying themselves and surely taking the entire realm down with them. And if that weren't burden enough, forces older than faith send her visions that burned her from the inside.

Presumed dead. Enslaved for years. Returned to a realm that had already moved on. Elaena Targaryen was meant to be the heir to the Iron Throne until fate stole her crown, her childhood, and her place in history. Now returned from the shadows, she walks a fragile line between duty and desire, power and pain, past and present. At her side, unwilling yet unyielding, stands Daemon Targaryen. A warrior, prince, and the man who plays the game of thrones for her. But the realm is splintering. The Dance of the Dragons looms. And between court whispers and wildfire hearts, Elaena must decide what kind of woman she will be and who, if anyone, she can truly trust. A story of grief, resilience, forbidden love, and the war that would tear House Targaryen apart. Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones, A Song of Ice and Fire or House of the Dragon; all credit goes to George R.R Martin. I only own Elaena Targaryen and my other Original Characters. Warning: It's a House of the Dragon fanfiction which means that there will be adult language and content.

Prince Aemon Targaryen, the eldest son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, becomes the true leader of the Greens during the Dance of the Dragons. Unlike his reckless brothers, Aemon is calm, intelligent, honorable, and a brilliant dragonrider. While Rhaenyra fights to claim the Iron Throne, Aemon wages a ruthless but strategic war to save the realm from destruction. After defeating Rhaenyra, he refuses to rule through fear. Instead, he rebuilds Westeros, reconciles the great houses, keeps peace with his surviving family, and becomes remembered as Aemon the Golden King, the greatest king in Targaryen history. He later marries a noble princess from a powerful foreign kingdom, creating an age of prosperity called The Golden Dragon Peace.

How does a plain, insignificant girl come to marry the Heir to the Iron Throne? Many will say it was a match fated by the Gods, but the Gods play by their own rules... Kaestyra Velaryon, a girl of no notable birth, was set to marry a man she had never met: a betrothal organised by her despotic uncle. Baelor 'Breakspear' Targaryen, Prince of the Realm, must too seek a political alliance. However, one chance encounter brings about a storm of jealousy; rebellion and obsession, forever changing the history of Westeros.

❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲?❞ The realm is starving. Not for spectacle. For bread. For justice. For something the Crown has never truly given. But in the Red Keep, they call it unrest. They call it something to be managed. Princess Saelene Targaryen has no intention of becoming another temporary solution to a problem men refuse to understand. She has walked among the smallfolk. Listened where the Crown has ignored. Seen what lies beneath the polished illusion of power-and she knows one truth above all: If the realm is breaking, it is not because the people are ungrateful. It is because they are hungry. Prince Baelor Targaryen was raised to believe in order. In duty. In control. In a Crown that does not bend. But Saelene is nothing like the royals he has known. She does not play the game. She questions it. Challenges it. Unravels it with a single, steady gaze. And gods help him- he cannot look away. As whispers of unrest grow louder and something dangerous begins to take root among the people, Saelene pushes for change that could reshape the realm itself. But power does not yield easily. And neither does desire. Because some things are forbidden. Some thoughts should never be entertained. And some lines- once crossed- cannot be undone. And wanting her? Wanting him? In a world like this- is nothing short of guilty as sin. Baelor Targaryen x OC female Targaryen CW: ⚠️smut Copyright Notice: This work is a fanfiction set in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire / A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. All canon characters, settings, and associated intellectual property belong to George R. R. Martin and their respective rights holders. This story is a transformative fan work featuring the original character Saelene Targaryen and is not affiliated with or endorsed by the original creators.

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'𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆? 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆? [ 𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 ] [ 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 𝒙 𝒅𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 ]

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.