Dans les ombres du tournoi d'Ashford, là où les chevaliers s'affrontent pour l'honneur et où les grandes maisons des Sept Couronnes viennent afficher leur puissance, une princesse fait son entrée dans la haute société. Alyssa Targaryen. Fille du prince héritier Baelor Targaryen et de la défunte Cyrenna Baratheon, Alyssa est connue autant pour sa douceur et son intelligence que pour sa beauté troublante. Ses longs cheveux bruns traversés de mèches argentées et ses yeux violets attirent tous les regards du royaume. Promise depuis l'enfance au cruel Aerion Targaryen, la princesse sait déjà que son avenir ne lui appartient pas réellement. Mais après deux années loin de la cour, Ashford marque son retour parmi les dragons. Et au milieu des festivités, des banquets et des jeux de pouvoir, Alyssa retrouve également ses cousins. Parmi eux se trouve le prince Daeron Targaryen. Le prince ivrogne. Le prince moqué. Celui que personne ne prend véritablement au sérieux. Sauf qu'Alyssa découvre rapidement un homme bien différent derrière les rires, le vin et les provocations. Un homme blessé. Libre. Dangereusement sincère. Entre devoir, passion interdite et rivalités familiales, les deux Targaryen vont peu à peu se rapprocher dans l'ombre des tentes du tournoi. Mais aimer Daeron pourrait bien condamner Alyssa. Car certains dragons ne supportent pas qu'on leur vole ce qu'ils considèrent déjà comme leur appartenant.

In the Red Keep, love is not devotion. It is leverage. A weakness waiting to be exploited. When sixteen-year-old Seryza Lannister is forced into a political marriage with Prince Aegon Targaryen, she enters a court ruled by dragons, betrayal, and dangerous men. The realm sees her as nothing more than a beautiful lioness bred to strengthen a crown. They are wrong. Cold, intelligent, and raised to survive the cruelty of noble courts, Seryza quickly learns that King's Landing devours the weak - especially women. But she was not raised to be weak. As obsession replaces duty and power games turn deadly, Seryza finds herself trapped between ambition, desire, and a prince far more dangerous than she first believed. Because Aegon Targaryen may be reckless. Cruel. Unstable. But monsters recognize each other. And in a family where clever women are destined to burn, Seryza intends to survive long enough to become unforgettable. - ✧ House of the Dragon fanfiction ✧ Aegon II Targaryen x Female OC ✧ Slowburn • Court Politics • Obsession • Enemies to Lovers (?) • Dark Royalty ✧ HBO-inspired writing style ✧ Mature themes

Evangeline Roberts is a university student on holiday before her final year, travelling through the UK in search of history and inspiration. During a rainy walk in a quiet town, she steps into a strange, hidden shop and finds a mysterious brooch that seems to call to her. The moment she touches it, everything changes Evangeline somehow time travels into the world of AKOTSK , a land of knights, castles, and danger far removed from anything she knows. She wakes with nothing familiar, and no way back. All she has is the brooch. And her voice. Baelor Targaryen x Evangeline Robert's 💙💕

Princess Daenys Martell firstborn daughter of Princess Daenerys Targaryen and Prince Maron Martell, the future Ruling Princess of Dorne. Unlike her siblings she bears Valyrian features, silver-gold hair and amethyst eyes, which set her apart and fuel whispers about her parentage, including rumors linking her to Daemon Blackfyre. Though she was born prematurely and lives with lasting damage to her lungs, she refuses to see herself as fragile. Others treat her as if she were made of glass, unfit to rule and more Targaryen than Martell.. Her illness confines her body, not her will and she is determined to prove that she is more than the "weak heir" people believe her to be. Aerion recognizes this defiance and exploits it. Unlike others, he does not coddle her. Instead, he tests her limits, pushing her to endure him, his presence, even his suffocating closeness. He frames it as strength, as transformation, convincing her that she does not need the same things as ordinary people that she is above them. Their relationship is not one of simple control, it is a struggle. She is drawn to the way he sees her not as fragile, but as worthy. That validation is intoxicating, not because she is weak, but because it aligns with the person she wants to be. And in trying to prove she is not breakable, she risks letting him reshape her into something far more dangerous.

Shaera Rivers was born from the union of the Great Bastards. Daughter of the two most dangerous shadows in Westeros, Bloodraven and Shiera Seastar. Granddaughter of King Aegon Targaryen the Unworthy, Lady Melissa Blackwood, and Serenei of Lys. Valarr Targaryen was the heir's heir, the golden prince of his age, tethered by honor to a crown he was born to protect. And Shaera Rivers was the bastard's bastard. No matter how noble her lineage appeared, her roots were rotten with the shame of her birth. Their love was a bond that no king would sanction and no realm would ever tolerate. ~ "Who is that?" Kiera asked, her voice tighter than she intended. Lady Ellyn's lips curved slightly. "That is her.. Prince Valarr's beloved." The word struck like a stone. "Beloved?" "Indeed." Ellyn's eyes followed Shaera's hands as the shears moved with quiet precision. "When Valarr looks at her, he sees flowers, lilies, roses, something rare and delicate. But watch closely my dear." Her voice dropped to a velvet whisper. "He sees blossoms... while her hands close only around poisonous weeds." Kiera hesitated. "She looks... fragile. Almost ethereal." "So does frost." Ellyn murmured. "Right before it kills the harvest." Her voice lowered into a silken warning. "Do not let the silver hair deceive you. Beneath that glow is a girl who climbed into a prince's heart using tricks no septa would ever teach. They say... she has enchanted him." Her gaze slid back to Kiera, sharp and knowing. "If I were you.." She said softly. "I'd ensure Prince Valarr remembers the difference between a highborn rose and a common weed before she sows any more seeds in his head..."

Princess Daenerys Targaryen has never cared for courtly expectations-least of all the ones meant to contain her. At the Ashford Tourney, surrounded by knights, lords, and watching eyes, she grows restless beneath the weight of her name. Slipping free of her guards, she finds herself in the last place she should be: the camp of House Baratheon-and face to face with the man who has not forgotten her. Lyonel Baratheon has spent a year thinking of a girl he barely knew. One night is all it takes to realize he was never mistaken. But dragons do not come without fire-and Daenerys Targaryen has never been anything less than dangerous.

Dans les terres battues par le vent d'Accalmie, là où les vagues viennent frapper la pierre comme nul part ailleurs en Westeros, Lyonel Baratheon apprend très tôt que le monde appartient à ceux qui savent lui tenir tête. À la cour du Donjon Rouge, la princesse Raella a grandi entre deux frères et deux héritages. Fille du feu et du sang, elle observe le monde avec un regard vif et ironique. Son esprit invente d'autres chemins et vies possibles avec un espoir obstiné et une curiosité tenace. Lorsque la tempête rencontre le feu, ce sont deux volontés, deux visions du monde, deux orgueils trop fiers pour plier qui se défient. Dans un monde où les dragons ne sont plus que des souvenirs, le choix est d'autant plus crucial et nécessaire : auprès de qui se tenir lorsque la tempête frappera. Venez me retrouver sur Tik Tok : @girl_over_flower Contenu décomplexé sur l'histoire 😜 Playlist Spotify pour une meilleure immersion 🎧 « Where Storms set Fire to the Sky » https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0o6O9Ir3SbQ4HxMsmm8cvh?si=fwF7Ow1FROKagNItPm213A&pi=9WXXppYcRDq2S

Following the loss of his wife, Dyanna Dayne, Prince Maekar has lived a life of cold solitude, and unending duty for his children. His life is meticulously crafted to fill the void Dyanna left, with the burdens of court politics, and war. Lady Ryelle Arryn, daughter of the Lord of the Vale, was one of girls chosen from across the realm, to accompany Kiera of Tyrosh as ladies-in-waiting, upon her arrival in King's Landing. Known for her brunette locks, often cascading in waves down her back, and her soft blue eyes; Ryelle was quiet, and tender hearted. Not a lady to seek an advantageous marriage, but one who sought to remain by Kiera's side. The political landscape of Westeros, however, had other plans. With the dormant threat of the Blackfyres haunting the throne, and the Free Cities growing brazen once more, the Vale forged a marriage of convenience with the Crown, thrusting Ryelle from the shadows unto Maekar's side, and the role of Princess of Summerhall. An army in exchange for a union between Dove and Avil. Influence in the East, Maekar would buy through his young wife. For her mother, Lady Taerra, hailed from the powerful house of Haen in Pentos. What begins as a dutiful arrangement between a hardened prince and his bride evolves into a grueling, slow-burn seduction of both mind and body. Maekar will have to learn to navigate the simmering tensions of his brother's regency, and his fear of betraying Dyanna's memory. While Ryella must find her footing at court, and in her husband's bed.

A marriage to a Targaryen prince is the highest honor a maiden can receive, unless she never wished to marry at all. When Lady Amara Allyrion is bound to Prince Maekar for the sake of the Targaryens' crumbling reputation, she is thrust into a court of silk, smiles, and hidden venom. Far from Dorne, she must learn to survive a marriage neither of them wanted, and a husband she has already managed to offend long before the vows were spoken.

"A falling star brings luck to those who see it." "The luck is all mine already, Elaena" To be the first princess born to House Targaryen in a generation is to have your fate sealed with your first cry. To have someone watching over you from the stars is to have your luck foretold, your path guided by their light. Or so Elaena Targaryen tells herself. Prince Maekar had long defied brothers and Kings alike to keep his little stargirl beside him. But the tourney at Ashford is a summons, and the King's word is law. Marriage is duty. But a falling star can change its course.