And a rose will smell like a rose, whether you call it that or not.

Baelora is the only god for the cruel prince Aerion Targaryen Secod son of Maekar the son of the king I hated Baelora since childhood but something inside him burns at the sight of her

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.

in which daemon's eldest child gets betrothed against his wishes to the son of his sworn enemy

daeron targaryen had been plagued by dreams as long as he could remember, but he never could figure out why the gods would send him someone so good when he was meant for the seven hells

house targaryen and house raehyron have been at odds with each other since the reign of jaehaerys the conciliator until daeron the good sets up a marriage proposal between his son baelor, and lord raehyron's daughter, vyserya

When House Targaryen gathers for the Ashford Tourney none except their lives to change. From Daeron's dragon dreams, to his brother's mischievous runaways to their cousin's happiness being made of steel

as king daeron ii is looking for wives for his sons, to strengthen his own claim, he considers the last valyrian house who had dragons, house valreos

Prince Maekar Targaryen, a stern and dutiful fourth son of King Daeron II Targaryen, has always believed his life belongs to war, family, and duty-not love. Lady Maelora Velaryon, gentle, pious, and quietly strong, is everything he is not, yet she is the only person who can soften the iron in his heart. As they grow from childhood companions into something far deeper, the weight of their names, expectations, and destiny begins to threaten the fragile bond they have built. In a world of fire, power, and sacrifice, will their quiet love survive-or will duty tear them apart? Maekar Targaryen x OC!Velaryon All characters belong to George R.R. Martin except for my own characters in this story