À la cour des dragons, les princesses apprennent à sourire. Maelyra Targaryen, elle, a appris à observer. Petite-fille favorite du roi, fille de Maekar et jumelle de Daeron elle évolue dans l'ombre du pouvoir sans jamais y être officiellement conviée. On loue sa grâce. On admire sa douceur. On oublie parfois qu'elle comprend tout. Face à elle se tient Valarr Targaryen, héritier du trône. Ils ne sont pas censés s'opposer. Encore moins se rapprocher. À la cour, chacun joue son rôle. Les alliances se négocient. Les fiançailles s'annoncent. Mais certains serments ne sont pas destinés à être entendus. Entre ambition et désir, loyauté et passion, Maelyra devra décider jusqu'où elle est prête à aller pour ne pas être qu'un pion sur l'échiquier des dragons. Car dans cette famille, l'amour n'est jamais innocent. Et le pouvoir ne pardonne pas.

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫-𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝. The North does not kneel easily. And it certainly does not trust dragons. Aryssa Stark was sent South as a pawn-but she never expected to find herself drawn to the very man who took everything from her. Baelor Breakspear Targaryen is cold, calculating, and far too powerful... yet behind his control lies something softer, something that begins to unravel her in ways she cannot fight. But nothing in their world is simple. With whispers of betrayal, a past love turning into something darker, and death creeping closer with every passing day, Aryssa is forced to question everything-her loyalty, her heart... and the man she's starting to trust. Because in a court where power is everything and love is a weakness, falling for him might be the most dangerous thing she'll ever do. And if love dares to bloom between ice and fire - Winterfell may not survive it. 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐨𝐟𝐜

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 Rhaella Targaryen, delight of the House Targaryen, eldest granddaughter to a King. Moved with grace, spoke with confidence, yet most admired her for her beauty. One look at her silver locks, one quick glance into her violet eyes, and no lord of Westeros was safe. But she had eyes focused only on one man. And even if she wished one pair of eyes look at her in return, she found herself being watched by two. And one of them was intense, with no peace, no fear. That frighted her the most. ✧OC x Valarr Targaryen Written by xaellve, 2026

Baelor Targaryen x oc fanfiction In the shadow of duty, Maria Tyrell and Prince Baelor Targaryen find in one another the one thing neither was meant to have: freedom. Between courtly duty, family expectation, and the aching need to be truly seen, their bond becomes both their greatest comfort and their deepest wound. *Story begins roughly around 199 AC (10 years before the Ashford tourney) *The story is loosly based on G.R.R Martin's characters and world as well as AKOTSK series. If you're looking for accuracy with the source material etc. I'm afraid you won't find it unfortunatelly. Still, I hope you enjoy xo