sɪɴ ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛs ɪɴ ɴᴜᴍᴇʀᴏᴜs ғᴏʀᴍs, ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍʙᴏᴅɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ, ɴɪᴇɴɴᴀ ᴀʀʀʏɴ, ᴀ sᴛʀɪᴋɪɴɢ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ. sʜᴇ sʏᴍʙᴏʟɪᴢᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛʀɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇᴛs ᴏғ sɪɴ, sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ʟᴜsᴛ, ᴡʀᴀᴛʜ, ɢʀᴇᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴠʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs. sʜᴇ ɪs ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sɪɴs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴀᴡs ᴏғ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴs, ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ sɪɴ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ; ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ sʜᴏᴡ ɴᴏ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʙɪʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴏ sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴғɪɴᴇs ᴏғ ɪᴛs ᴄᴀɢᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʙɪʀᴅ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀs ʀᴜғғʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ᴘʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ, ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɪɴsᴀᴛɪᴀʙʟᴇ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ғᴀᴛᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ? 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 & 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂 !!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗘𝗔𝗧!!

"sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ" ɪs ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢʟᴇss ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ғᴀɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sɪɴᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʟʟɪᴅ sᴋɪɴ, ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴʟᴇᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʟɪғᴇʟᴇss ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɪɴᴠᴀᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʙʟᴜʀʀɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋᴇɴ ʜᴀᴢᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢʟʏ sʟɪᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ, ᴅʏɪɴɢ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴄᴏʀᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴᴏᴜs ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴠᴀsɪᴏɴ, ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ғʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴇsᴘᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀsᴘ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂 !!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗘𝗔𝗧!!

"I can't. This is wrong," Ælflæd whispered, her hands trembling as she pushed Sihtric away, though her fingers lingered for a heartbeat too long. Sihtric frowned, hurt flashing across his face. "How is it wrong?" "Because the Danes took everything from me," she said, her voice cracking. "My home. My family. I'm supposed to hate you. I'm supposed to hate all of you. My faith demands it. My people demand it." He stepped closer, but slower this time, as if approaching a frightened animal. "And what do you demand?" She swallowed. "God says it is wrong." "Does he?" Sihtric asked gently. "Or do men speak for him?" Her breath faltered. "If loving me brings you peace instead of pain... if it makes you feel alive instead of hollow... how can that be wrong?" he continued. "I am not the man who hurt you. I would burn before I ever became them." Silence fell between them. Nothing about him felt dark. And that terrified her more than anything. The Last Kingdom Season 1 - Female Oc x Sihtric Kjartansson

⚠️🇬🇧: Translated version of my fanfiction "La Consigliera" In an era where a woman's worth was usually measured by the number of children she bore, Lady Jocelyn Strong will have to fight every day to achieve her goal: to be part of the Small Council of King Viserys I Targaryen, and become his Hand. An invisible player in a ruthless game on a chessboard of power-hungry men, the youngest of House Strong will have the reins of a kingdom on the brink of crisis in her hands. She will have to thwart intrigues and conspiracies against her and those closest to her, she will be called to take sides in a dynastic war that will involve her in many ways and between broken friendships and forbidden loves, she will have to fight with all of herself so that ruin does not fall upon the Dragon Dynasty, consequently bringing her world to the bottom as well. Staying true to her morals and goals, she will push herself beyond any limit allowed to a woman, and her name will forever echo in the Dance of Dragons.

⚠️🇬🇧: Translated version of my fanfiction "Il Miracolo del Barile" Among the black and fog-filled streets of Ketterdam, hidden in the filth and perdition of the Barrel, there is a girl with eyes as blue as the deepest sea and bright red hair. Ksenyia Velkov is a Grisha, but not like the others. She is a true Miracle. Her uniqueness has led her to carefully avoid the Small Palace, hiding her true self from the world. But when her safety and that of her family is put at risk, the young girl will be forced to resort to the help of the Devil and will have to deal with her past and her future. She will have to take sides and fight for a greater cause, facing a journey that will lead her to discover the world, friendship, love and her powers.

The Hightowers had always been one of the most powerful houses in Westeros. Their wealth and their ties to the Faith had always brought them many opportunities, especially favourable marriages for members of the house. Jeyne Hightower cared little for such things. Since she was a child, all she had cared for was her faith in the gods. She had cried and begged to be permitted to become a septa, or even a silent sister, if that's what it took. But her father was an ambitious man. He knew the gods had more in store for his child than a life in the motherhouse. * Daeron Targaryen was, admittedly, a problem child. Everyone thought so. They didn't even try to hide their disappointment in him anymore. His father could hardly bear to look at him, and his grandsire often looked past him as if he weren't even there. Baelor Breakspear knew there was more to his nephew than Daeron the Drunken. He saw the toll the death of Dyanna Dayne had on the boy, and the pressure he was under to help with his six siblings. * When Jeyne Hightower arrives in King's Landing for the wedding of Valarr Targaryen and Kiera of Tyrosh, an opportunity presents itself to Baelor. Who better to tame a drunken dragon than a girl favoured by the gods? Daeron Targaryen x OC A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

" they'd go raring and tearing and fighting for love " ( k i n g f i s h r ) in which - arlenna has spent her whole life on the road, a wandering troubadour who goes wherever money takes her. ser duncan the tall x oc A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

"everything i thought i knew has fallen out of view." OR in which aella targaryen is haunted by the ghosts of her family. a knight of the seven kingdoms x fem!oc quinlans 2026.

Nephele Morgan is the sharp-eyed photography student back from a summer at her mother's ... she comes back with a goal. Her father wants law...she wants photography. Aegon Targaryen II is her best friend Helaena's brother a silver-haired menace, a high-fashion disaster, and a professional drunk. They've spent years in a cold war of mutual dislike The girl who returned from summer break isn't the shadow she used to be. When a prestigious contest demands a study on "A Human 's Rotting Beauty " Nephele realizes her saintly muse Helaena isn't the answer. She needs the jagged, arrogant edges of the brother she hates. Asking Aegon to be her model is a deal with the devil. He's a player who thrives on getting under her skin, and now that she's finally looking at him through a lens, he's going to make sure she can't look away.

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 )