They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.

Sesenta años después de la Danza de los Dragones, el fuego es solo un recuerdo... y los Targaryen, una sombra de lo que fueron. Tras décadas marcadas por la tragedia de Jacaera Targaryen, la Reina Gris, el destino vuelve a jugar sus cartas: nacen gemelos donde solo se esperaba uno. Un príncipe destinado al trono... y una princesa cuya existencia despierta rumores, temores y antiguas profecías. Algunos la llaman bendición. Otros, maldición. Pero hay quienes creen algo mucho más inquietante: Que no han nacido por primera vez... sino que han regresado. Y que la historia, una vez más, está a punto de repetirse.

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 💙💕

Before the Doom, there was no such this as the realm of men. It was the realm of gods, and man just happened to live there. The Seven are cruel, fickle, and easily bored. When they took the minor gods and left to control the cosmos from beyond the veil, they left something else behind. Which means the ruling bloodlines of Westeros are immortal, touched just enough by divinity to refuse the ordinary shape of human life and to carry some of it with them, but not enough to be considered above the realm of men. So they conquered it instead. Aeleanora Targaryen was raised to carve the wanting out of herself before it could become dangerous. Desire is weakness. Appetite is catastrophe. Gods consume, and she has spent her entire life trying not to. Unfortunately, she is very bad at remaining empty. Baelor Targaryen has built himself into a man of discipline, duty, and careful restraint. He recognizes the thing unraveling beneath Aeleanora's skin almost immediately. He should leave it alone. Instead, they begin orbiting each other through council meetings, political warfare, secret corridors, dragonfire, and increasingly catastrophic private conversations. The realm sees the Hand of the King and a dangerous little princess with too much blood and too sharp a smile. Privately, they are becoming each other's worst weakness. [Relationship Vibe]: secret romance between two people entirely too good at lying in public and entirely too bad at staying away from each other in private. Featuring political foreplay, dragon dreams, dangerous tenderness, competence kink, emotionally repressed yearning, and one deeply unfortunate godling discovering she would like the Hand of the King to put her against a wall about it.

❛ Antes de escucharlo salir de tus labios, mi nombre siempre llegaba a mis oídos como un sonido tan terrible. ❜ ( 🌹 ) ─ Lady Rowena Arryn se acerca al príncipe Baelor Targaryen con la esperanza de comprometer a su hija, Elowen, con el príncipe Valarr. Y aunque la Mano del Rey está dispuesto, los planes de los Dioses son distintos. OC x Baelor Targaryen Duncan the Tall x OC x Daeron Targaryen A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms AU ─ © 2026

En un mundo donde los Targaryen reinan en paz, los recuerdos de un viejo amor atormentaran al príncipe "Rompelanzas", logrando que por primera vez cuestione con realidad sus decisiones. Diana Martell era una chica fuerte, había crecido acogida con amor, aunque muchas veces sus raíces de origen provocan el desprecio de muchos. Su corazón era lo que más cuidaba en su vida, sin embargo aquel príncipe logró obtenerlo, provocando un gran dolor que creyó que duraría para toda una vida, hasta que llegó él.. La "Tormenta alegre" llegaría a poner su vida de cabeza, mostrándole el significado de volver a encontrarse y amar. Los tres se encontrarán envueltos en un gran dilema, un corazón dispuesto a volver a aquel lugar donde fue feliz, un corazón con miedo a entregarse nuevamente y un corazón demasiado alegre listo para dar todo el amor que tenía. El ciervo y el dragón se enfrentarían, pero esta vez de manera distinta. Esta vez por su amor...

Cuando Visenya floreció, fue comparada con su madre por su gran belleza y pronto comenzaron a llegar cuervos a Rocadragón para pedir su mano, pero fue una sorpresa para todos que la princesa Rhaenyra entregará a su única hija al guardián del Norte, a un lugar tan alejado de sus garras sobreprotectoras. Se creyó que la melancólica Visenya, que nunca antes había estado alejada de su familía, se marchitaria en frío del invierno, pero su nuevo esposo, Lord Cregan Stark, saco a relucir todo lo mejor de ella y fue una real sorpresa cuando la danza comenzó, ya que la criatura dulce que antes habían conocido ya había dejado de existir y en su lugar se alzaba una criatura monstruosa que estaba dispuesta a hacer llover fuego y sangre sobre todos los que se atrevieran a tocar a su familía, y obviamente su señor esposo estaba allí para cuidar su espalda.

VOW OF HATE ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ * ˚ ✦ ೃ⁀➷ cregan stark jamás se imaginó tener que proteger a la mismísima persona que juro por siempre odiar. cuando rhavena escapa de los verdes y se adentra en territorio de lobos, el jefe de estos se ve obligado a cumplir con la lealtad que juro a rhaenyra targaryen, protegiendo a su hermana, rhavena targaryen. nunca ha existido un stark que olvide su juramento, hasta este momento. │ │ ╰─────────────── 🐺 ᴄʀᴇɢᴀɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ x ꜰᴇᴍ ᴏᴄ ᴀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ

A plane crash was a statistical anomaly, surviving one even more so. The odds were microscopic, laughable in their improbability. And yet Dr. Anicia Morrone had survived, defying mathematics and mortality alike, only to wake in a world infinitely crueler than the one she had left behind. This was not Alice in Wonderland, oh no, this was Anicia in the depths of Hades' own imagining... though even that comparison felt generous. Hades, at least, had rules. Westeros had ambition.

Viserra Velaryon is the youngest child of the Lord of Driftmark. She is free in what she does, yet she is more aware of loyalty, honour and duty than her older siblings. She is a beauty whose hand many lords seek, but there is one particular prince who has fallen head over heels in love with her. Baelor Targaryen, the king's eldest son, is an honourable and dutiful young man. He is every lady's dream, but his heart has been taken by storm. This is a story about the love between two people, because duty is not always the death of love. 🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉 Disclaimer: I do not own A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, Fire and Blood or A Song of Ice and Fire. All characters and credits for those go to George R.R. Martin. I only own my OC's and their storyline.