𝔇𝔅 | When the Targaryens are divided and dragons roar in the sky, Nathearys Targaryen finds herself caught between loyalty to her family and honor. Amid battles, betrayals, and a throne bathed in blood, her greatest enemy turns out to be the only one capable of igniting her heart: Jacaerys Velaryon. In a dance of fire and passion, can love survive when the whole world is destined to burn? 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙰𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚂 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙰𝚁𝚈𝙴𝙽 | 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼!𝙾𝙲

She was the princess no one wanted. He was the prince no one could tame. As the youngest daughter of Aemon Targaryen and Joclyne Baratheon, Saenya Targaryen grows up in the shadow of her sister Rhaenys. At the Great Council of 101 AC, her claim to the Iron Throne is passed over as well. While suitors vie for her hand in Westeros, her heart has long belonged to a man who seems barely to notice her: Daemon Targaryen. But her hopes are shattered when she is married against her will to Harlen Redwyne. Far from King's Landing, she spends years in an unhappy marriage, until her husband dies under mysterious circumstances. When Saenya returns to King's Landing, she is no longer the dreamy girl she once was. She is a confident woman, rider of the dragon Grey Ghost, and determined never again to let her happiness depend on a man. As the Dance of the Dragons draws closer, Daemon, of all people, begins to see the woman he has overlooked for years. But what happens when the man she once loved desperately only realizes his feelings for her long after she has stopped waiting for him?

Of Bronze, Blood, and Sapphire Book I: Bronze and Sapphire 🐉 Alysanne Targaryen Royce, daughter of Daemon and witness to her mother's murder, claims the Bronze Fury and enters a deadly game of thrones-where her greatest weapon against her father's ambitions may be the obsessive love of Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed prince who would burn the world for her. In a canon-divergent retelling of the Dance of the Dragons, Daemon's forgotten firstborn daughter emerges as a wild card in the succession crisis. Bonded to Vermithor and gifted with the ancient warging abilities of the First Men, Lady Alysanne Royce is courted by both Blacks and Greens-but she has her own designs for the Iron Throne, and they center on the dangerous prince who has been obsessed with her since childhood.

Born from a queen's death and a king's cowardice, Princess Vaemma Targaryen grows beneath the red stones of the Keep like a pale and poisonous flower, all moonlit beauty, silver hair, and venom sharpened by years of consequence denied. She is not fragile, not petulant, not some trembling little princess breaking cups for sport; she is worse, a woman who has learned that rank can make cruelty charming, that beauty can turn malice into music, that no one dares strike the king's unwanted daughter no matter whose blood she draws. To Viserys, she is the living wound he cannot bear to look upon; to Rhaenyra, the sister born from their mother's butchered body; to Alicent, the first child who ever truly needed her, and therefore the one she loves, spoils, and finally sacrifices. When Vaemma is promised to Lord Ormund Hightower, proud lord of Oldtown and sworn enemy of dragon arrogance, she expects another man to bend beneath the weight of her name, her face, her dragon, her royal rot, but Ormund is no courtier trembling in perfume and candlelight. He is stone, steel, tower-shadow, and judgment. He looks upon the Pearl Dragon and sees not a goddess, but a beautiful, vicious thing that has never once been made to answer for itself. Their betrothal is no love song, but a knife drawn slowly across silk: Hightower piety against Targaryen excess, discipline against indulgence, consequence against a woman who has mistaken impunity for power. And as the realm blackens around them, Vaemma must learn the one lesson no one in her father's court ever dared teach her... dragons may burn men alive, but even dragons can be brought to heel.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬." Maekar Targaryen left King's Landing a grieving widow, drowning in the duty of raising six children in the isolation of Summerhall. For seven years, he was a ghost. He remembered his niece, Elaena, as nothing more than a bright, laughing child, a fleeting memory of a life he left behind. But seven years is a lifetime. Summoned back to the Red Keep by royal decree for Elaena's nineteenth name day, Maekar returns to find the court unchanged, but the girl he knew entirely gone. In her place stands a woman of fierce warmth, a sun cutting through his eternal winter. She is his brother's firstborn. She is forbidden. And in a court built on whispers and treason, the slow-burning heat between the anvil and the sun might just burn the Seven Kingdoms to the ground. All characters belong to George R.R. Martin and me.

After Dyanna Dayne died, bringing Daella into the world, the prince swore before gods and men that he would never wed again. Dyanna had been the only woman he had ever loved, and with her death, something within him had hardened into stone. For years, he kept to that vow, burying himself in duty and the raising of his sons, while the memory of his Dornish princess lingered like a ghost in every hall he entered. But vows made from grief rarely survive the demands of a kingdom. King Daeron II, unwilling to risk losing the loyalty of House Dayne after Dyanna's death, arranged another match between Sunspear's most ancient allies and the Iron Throne. Maekar would wed again - not to a stranger, but to Dyanna's younger sister. A girl with the same violet eyes. The same silver-gold streaks in her dark hair. The same blood. Yet she was nothing like Dyanna. Where Dyanna had been gentle, she was sharp-tongued. Where Dyanna soothed Maekar's temper, her younger sister challenged it. She had grown up in the shadow of a beloved elder sister and had no wish to become a replacement bride for a grieving prince who looked at her only to remember another woman. They were two people trapped by duty, legacy, and the expectations of their houses. And slowly, dangerously, grief begins to turn into something else.

⠀︵⠀𝒲𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏? ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄 ♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝜗 For Daeron Targaryen, there is death in everyone, and he has seen it all, except for that of his cousin, daughter of the heir to the Iron Throne, Daenys. She represents hope for him, and a future he can actually write for himself. ৎ 𝄞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐞 - 𝐘𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐫𝐞 ⠀︵⠀𝒴𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄

In order to keep peace between the Blackfyre and Targaryen families, Princess Daneria Blackfyre, only daughter of Daemon Blackfyre was married to Prince Baelor as a peace offering. Haunted by the memories of her brothers death by the hands of her new husband, she swore on her brother's grave that she would do everything to burn the house Targeryn to the ground. Prince Baelor is not what he seems when she met him. Haunted by his wife's and son's deaths by the hands of Blackfyre, Baelor doesn't want to have anything to do with his new young wife. All he wants is peace, and he only sees Daneria as nothing more than that, especially not as someone he could love. Will the two of them manage to get past their differences while the black dragon that is hiding in the shadows is trying to destroy everything? ------- A Baelor Targaryen fanfiction 18 +

16-year-old, Blake Argent is forced to move after the police in her town found out her mother had abandoned her. Blake moved from North Carolina to Beacon Hills and moved in with her Cousin Allison and Uncle Chris. ~~~ Who will be able to contain Blake's heart and play the long game?

When Daemon Targaryen twins were born, the world worshipped them. They could do no wrong in the worlds eyes, that was until the 7 kingdoms split during the dance of the dragons. What will happen to them? Will they still be worshipped or torn apart by their enemies. Aegon targaryen x OC Published:July 11 2025 Finished:? UNCOMPLETE! Chapters every Friday!