En la Casa Targaryen, se dice que cuando un miembro de la estirpe del dragón nace, los dioses lanzan una moneda al aire. Con Rhaenara, la moneda quedó suspendida en el aire, irradiando un calor que amenaza con consumir los Siete Reinos. Ella no es una princesa de canciones; es una fuerza de la naturaleza envuelta en seda negra y plata valyria. Poseedora de una belleza afilada y unos ojos amatista que parecen contener el fuego de las Catorce Llamas, Rhaenara camina por la Fortaleza Roja con la autoridad de quien se sabe superior por derecho de sangre. En una era donde los dragones son solo sombras en los tapices y huesos en las criptas, ella es el único fuego que queda en Poniente. Su sola presencia silencia el Gran Salón. No es respeto lo que los cortesanos sienten; es un instinto de supervivencia que les obliga a bajar la mirada. En ella convive la voluntad de las antiguas conquistadoras y la furia de las reinas que prefirieron ver el mundo arder antes que ceder su orgullo. Aunque los dragones se creen extintos desde hace casi un siglo, Rhaenara guarda un secreto que haría temblar los cimientos de la fe y la corona: ella no busca consuelo en reliquias inertes ni en huevos de oro o piedra, sino que busca el rastro de una bestia antigua, un superviviente del fuego que aguarda por ella en las sombras. Mientras su padre Maekar y su tío Baelor intentan mantener la paz de los Siete Reinos con leyes y espadas, Rhaenara aguarda el momento en que el rugido de lo imposible vuelva a sacudir los cielos. En una corte de ambiciones, Rhaenara es el depredador máximo. A sus dieciséis años, no es una pieza, sino la mano que mueve el tablero. Con una frialdad que aterra a su sangre, no busca justicia, sino la aniquilación. Mientras el reino vive de cenizas, ella hallará la llama que creían extinta. No necesita alas para que los Siete Reinos se arrodillen, pero cuando las recupere, conocerán el verdadero Fuego y Sangre.

"Love is a dangerous thing for a princess. For Lyraenys, it was the cage that turned a songbird into a true dragon. She is happy in his arms, and that is why we all should be terrified" Lyraenys 'Star-Flier' Targaryen of House Targaryen. The first in her name and the one who was believed to bring back hope in the Seven Kingdoms. She hadn't gone mad like the most in her family. She was kind, patient, and saw the light even in the darkness. Lyraenys was raised by her mother, who saw her as the future of the Seven Kingdoms. She would one day rule the Seven Kingdoms. She raised Lyraenys to be a strong, loving girl. But her father had other plans. He saw his daughter as a pawn in his quest for the throne. He married her off to her cousin, Aerion, hoping to bring him closer to the throne. After years apart, Aerion and Lyraenys reunite in marriage, bringing joy to many. Maekar hopes Lyraenys can tame his son because of his madness. But what they don't know is that Lyraenys is fragile, both like a flower and a bomb. Because after all, she is still a Targaryen. After a few months of happy marriage, and Aerion's most cherished dream coming true, a new knight arrives in the kingdom who might just cause some trouble.......... I don't own anything from AKOTSK! Or anything else related to ASOIAF! I only own Lyraenys and this story!

Alsyanne Stark is sent south to marry Aerion "The Monstrous" Targaryen, a prince feared for his fire and cruelty. Their union begins with hatred, each glance and word a battle of wills, but sparks burn in the darkness between them. As desire and defiance collide, love becomes as dangerous as the flames he cannot control. *Original Female Character/Aerion Targaryen *if you have any ideas/advice feel free to send me a message !

Princess Daenora Targaryen was promised from a young age to her cousin Aerion Targaryen, a man feared by many. What began as an arranged marriage turned into a dark, passionate, and destructive romance. a song of ice and fire fandom ©The characters and universe in this story do not belong to me.

𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚁𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚛𝚊'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜-𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎? _____ Princess Rheanyra Targaryen is gentle, soft-spoken, and beloved by her father, Maekar, and her uncle Bealor, who have long dreamed of a future where she is safely wed and cherished. Yet her older brother, Prince Areion Targaryen, watches her with a fierce, unyielding devotion-proud, dangerous, and unashamedly in love with his sister in ways few dare understand. At the Ashford tourney, the world will see the Targaryens in full flame-and secrets, desires, and claims will ignite in ways no one expects. ---- I only claim the OC nyra everything else is OWNED by GRRM.

Fate made them, Fate will destroy them. Aerion Targaryen x Fem!oc

𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓇𝒶 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇, 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃. 𝒴𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓊𝓂 𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓇𝓎𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓈, 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈-𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒜𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒

They were born as twins of ruin beneath a blood-red sky, two cries echoing across the same storm. Aerion and Vaeyra Targaryen. Aerion was known for being cruel, arrogant and sadistic his sister Vaeyra was known for being more curious, sarcastic and delightfully unhinged but not in the way Aerion was. Where her brother was more sadistic and controlled with the madness Vaeyra was known for her mischievous nature and her bemused, apathetic and unpredictable behaviour. !18+! Toxic, violence, dark romance and sadistic behaviour.

"𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒． 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒" － 𝑃𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑜 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑢𝑑𝑎

He loved her the way he believed dragons loved-by claiming, by burning, by remaking. The kind of love the Targaryens mistook for destiny. He loved her as fire loves fuel, not to warm, but to prove itself real. When she sought distance, when she asked for a softness beyond him that he did not possess, his anger took on the certainty of belief, as if she were denying him a birthright. "Daor," he said, final. No. "You were taken because you were mine to take." "Iksā nykeā." It was always mine. His jaw tightened, eyes sharp with a certainty that did not waver. "You don't get to decide what I made of you." "Dragons do not ask permission from what they claim."