"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ " my moon, my man " Princess Gevinessa Targaryen, once known for her wild spirit and sharp tongue, has spent her life despising Prince Valarr Targaryen, the solemn, insufferable heir she could never outwit as a child. When an arranged betrothal binds them together, she is forced to confront not only her resentment, but the unsettling realization that the line between love and hate is far thinner than she ever imagined. As ancient Valyrian rites, family expectations, and her own stubborn pride collide, Nessa must decide whether the boy she once tormented is truly her cage... or something far more dangerous to her heart.

"But there is one thing we desire more than each other," she whispered. Her lips brushed his, barely a touch, light as breath. A provocation. "Power." Eleanor Tyrell was not kind. No one ever dared to question that and one had to be a fool to see gentleness where there was none at all. She did not conceal her cruelty, nor her pride. In fact, she thought it suited her. When Prince Maekar tried to wed his son Aerion in a desperate attempt to tame him, Lord Leo Tyrell didn't hesitate to secure that match for his own daughter, hoping it would tame her just the same. It didn't. Aerion and Eleanor were like flame to flame, igniting a wildfire, leaving nothing but destruction in their way. A match made in hell. The hunger for power ignited something inside of them, consuming both until there was nothing left of them anymore. Just death. || Aerion Targaryen X OC (A little Daeron) ||

𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 (𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗) 𝘿𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚; 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩. 2025 Aerion Targaryen x female oc Does not follow storyline of Akotsk ! #1 in House of the Dragon 🏆

"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.

What happens when the snake eats the dragon? 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 AERION TARGARYEN X FEM!OC X VALARR TARGARYEN. ©MONZIEE 2025.