In the years after the Blackfyre Rebellion, when dragons lived only in memory and the realm stood fragile beneath the Targaryen crown, Princess Valena the bone eyed dreamer and daughter of Prince Maekar and Dyanna Dayne is sent north to outrun the visions that haunt her sleep. Hardened by winter, the old gods and the new, she returns south for the Tourney at Ashford Meadows, where prophecy, politics, and forgotten bonds are rekindled. But dragon dreams are seldom merciful, and some fires are not meant to be quenched. Valarr Targaryen x femOC

"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.

Maekar never expected to marry again, never expected to love again. he tried to be a distant husband, a husband in name only. and yet you with your sweet smiles, kind eyes made it so hard for him to forget to be the stern man Westros knew him as, made it hard for him to forget that he didn't want to fall in love. maekar targaryen x florent!reader

Their marriage was never meant to be a love story. Bound together by duty and the will of the Iron Throne, they entered a union neither of them chose. While he remained devoted to the memory of his wife he had lost, she found herself wandering the halls of Summerhall as little more than a stranger, quietly learning the hearts of a family that was never truly hers.

Sent from Volantis as a punishment for freeing her slaves, Kalira Antari arrives in Westeros expecting cruelty, duty, and distance. Instead, she meets Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen, a prince as honorable as he is reserved. What begins as a marriage of obligation slowly blooms into something neither of them expected - quiet affection, shared warmth, and a love that softens even the coldest nights. In a world of politics, fire, and duty, Kalira and Baelor learn that true strength lies in care, tenderness, and the courage to let someone see your heart.

Born of dragon fire and Northern snow, Prince Baelon Targaryen has never truly belonged to either world. The son of Prince Daeron Targaryen and a lady Lyanna of House Stark, Baelon inherited his mothers' dark hair, grey eyes, and unwavering sense of honor. Raised far from the intrigues of Kings Landing, he grows up in the shadow of tragedy, losing both ius beloved sister and mother before reaching manhood. their deaths leave him with little faith in courtly games and even less desire for power. But when his family returns to the capital, Baelon finds a realm on the brink of division. King Viserys' chosen heir, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen faces growing opposition from lords who believes the iron throne should never pass to a woman. Seeing the storm gathering around her, Baelon makes a choice that will alter the face of the Seven kingdoms: He asks for her hand in marriage. What begins as a mere political alliance soon becomes something far more complicated. As rival factions rise, dragons take to the skies, and whispers of war spread through the Red Keep, Baelon must navigate a court where loyalty is bought, secrets are deadly, and every friendship carries a price. Torn between honor of the world and blood of the Dragon, Baelon finds himself at the center of a struggle that could either save House Targaryen or destroy it forever. In a world where ambition fuels kingdoms and blood decide destines, one prince must decide what he is willing to sacrifice for family, duty, and the woman destined to rule. An epic House of the dragon fanfiction tale of love, loss, loyalty, and the fight for the crown.

A tournament at Ashford brings the great houses of Westeros together. Among the guests is Alicent Tully, a clever and wild young girl from Riverrun. Still searching for her purpose in this world. What first appeared to be a normal tournament quickly developed into a scene of intrigues, tension and courage. -2026- -a knight of the seven kingdoms s1- This is a fictional story, I do not own any characters of A Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms only my own created characters

Entre todos los errores que el rey Aegon IV, Cuarto de su Nombre, sembró durante su indigno reinado, ninguno resultó más venenoso que la promesa hecha a su hijo bastardo favorito. Daemon Waters -luego Blackfyre- creció escuchando una misma cantinela desde que tuvo uso de razón. Su padre, el rey, se la repetía cada vez que lo tenía a su lado. Los cortesanos, aquellos que buscaban granjearse el favor del muchacho de cabello plateado, se la susurraban al oído. Incluso algunos maestres, menos sabios de lo que debían, dejaron caer la frase en sus crónicas privadas. "La princesa Saera será tu esposa. La madre de tus hijos." Daemon no solo lo creyó. Lo sintió en los huesos como una verdad absoluta, como el calor del fuego o el filo del acero. Desde el día que la conoció -una niña pequeña de ojos desiguales que lo miró sin miedo cuando él le dijo que era un bastardo-, algo se clavó en su pecho y no lo abandonó jamás. Fijación, lo llaman los maestres. Obsesión, lo llamarían los poetas. Amor, lo llamaría él si alguien se atreviera a preguntarle. Los personajes son del libro de fuego y sangre, no me pertenecen. Baelor x saera

When love first turned to desire, both Maekar and Baelor found themselves drawn to their sister, Saenara. Their looks lingered, their touches felt too warm. The court spoke of duty and distance, but the blood of the dragon ran hot. What the world called wrong, they felt as fire.