From the moment she first saw the Prince of Dragonstone, Jocelyn Dondarrion had loved him with the certainty of lightning striking stone. In the aftermath of the Blackfyre Rebellion, she begged her father for the match-and he granted it. So when word came that Baelor Targaryen was to wed a Dondarrion, Jocelyn believed the Seven had answered her prayers. But Baelor, upon hearing the betrothal, imagined it was Jena he would be bound to-only to learn that he had been promised not to the sister he loved, but the one who loved him instead.

They say dragons are gone. Seraphina Seastar knows better. Raised between shadow and fire, daughter to two of the most dangerous minds in the realm, she has always known her life would belong to something greater than herself. Her dreams have shown her as much. A dragon. A future. A certainty. When King Daeron II Targaryen brings her to court and binds her to Valarr Targaryen, everything unfolds as it should. Until she touches the wrong man. Until prophecy becomes truth. Until she understands that the dragon she was meant to love is not the one she was meant to marry. And some destinies are not meant to be survived. -- Painstakingly slow burn. Almost 50000 words before they even hold hands for the first time lol. Events will differ immensely from ASOIAF, AKOTSK. Canon characters will keep their physical appearance from shows.

"𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆." Baelor Targaryen - First born son of King Daeron the good, Prince of dragonstone, Hand of the king and Heir to the Iron Throne meets a lady of noble birth - Lyanna Harverin, who is determined to be a knight. Her bold spirit catches his eye and he chooses her to be a part of his Kingsguard. Bound by oath, she is sworn to protect his life. Bound by proximity, she begins to see the man behind his duty. Duty demands sacrifice. Honour demands distance. But the heart demands everything. ~ The Prince and his Lady knight. Honour shatters. Forbidden love blooms. (Baelor targaryen x Female OC) Set before and during A knight of the seven kingdoms. This is a fan-fiction. All characters except the ones I've created belongs to George.R.R.Martin

In 188 AC, Prince Baelor Targaryen is ordered to marry the wrong Dondarrion twin. Jeyne was never meant to be the bride, her sister was, and neither of them is willing to pretend otherwise. What begins as a political match quickly turns into a quiet war of cold courtesy, sharp words, and shared silences in a marriage neither of them wanted. In the Red Keep, under the eyes of the court and the weight of the crown, dislike hardens into something sharper, and both will learn that the hardest person to ignore is the one sleeping on the other side of the bed.

A year before the Ashford Tourney, Prince Maekar Targaryen is commanded to take a new wife for the good of the realm. The bride chosen for him is Lady Amara Rowanwood.A woman as beautiful as she is distant, twice widowed by the age of twenty-five and carrying secrets that have made her heart as cold as winter. Neither of them wants the marriage. Maekar is a prince of duty, stern and unyielding, a man who has long accepted that love has little place in his life. Amara, stubborn and fiercely independent, has no intention of becoming another obedient Targaryen princess. Bound together by a marriage neither chose, they arrive at Summerhall as strangers and regard one another with suspicion. But beneath Amara's icy exterior lies grief and old wounds, and beneath Maekar's hard gaze is a man weary of war, duty, and loneliness. As courtly whispers grow and old enemies stir, the two must decide whether this unwanted union will become another tragedy... or the beginning of something neither of them ever expected. In a world where duty is often stronger than love, can two broken souls learn to trust each other before the flames of the dragon consume them both?

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.

Maekar Targaryen longs for touch, like a starved man, reaching out, the fingertips brushing against the solace of his life only to slip by away every time he gets close enough. Every time his fingers brush close enough to the temptation of his desires, the cold reality returns. That it is his niece, Baelor's daughter. The forbidden fruit. His forbidden fruit and his doom, that he knows he should not long for as only a decade ago she was a little girl, crawling into his lap, begging for stories. And yet, the sin grows within consuming his heart, forcing every glare of anger that was meant to be at the fate for cursing him like so, at those suitors who dare to glance upon what he deems as his. His niece.

Rosalie Tyrell lives in a world where everything has already been decided for her. Born the daughter of Leo Tyrell and named for the roses of her house, she was raised on one promise: that she would one day marry for love. But promises mean little in the game of crowns, and when the chance comes for House Tyrell to bind itself to the royal family, Rosalie is betrothed to Daeron Targaryen. Beautiful, sharp-tongued, and far from the obedient lady everyone expects her to be, Rosalie refuses to play the role quietly. She resents the court, despises the humiliation brought by Daeron's reckless habits, and refuses to pretend she is grateful for a life she never chose.

Two Dornish women once vowed to never leave each other behind. That promise was kept throughout their whole lifetime, as the two had stepped hand in hand to board the ship for the journey to Westeros. One of the pair was no other than Princess Myriah Martell, whose marriage to King Daeron Targaryen Il was set to unite those of Dorne & Westeros for the good of the Realm. The other Janiya Jordayne would follow her closest friend Myriah Martell to Kingslanding upon her request and accompany the Princess at court. During her time in the Keep Janiya never expected to would find herself in love with a man from Westeros, though a second son of The Reach Ser Laurus Tyrell had proven her wrong. The year 176 ac was the first time both mothers were with child during the same time, the fourth borns were the last children both mother's would carry. While both women would deliver healthy babes only one of the mothers would live to see those two children meet. Ser Laurus Tyrell's life had been taken during one of the many hunting events he participated in, leaving the children of the young couple orphaned. Following her father's death a Dragon sigil letter was sent to her uncle Lord Leo Tyrell of The Reach ordering Mariella was to be taken to the capital as a 'ward' to House Targaryen. Mariella Tyrell's honey hued eyes did not linger on the heir to the iron throne, the Tyrell's sights had found their own way to King Daeron's youngest son Prince Maekar as he appeared far more interesting to Mara. While Maekar Targaryen's vivid violet eyes had stared back at Mariella Tyrell that day, neither of the pair had ever expected in years to come just the extent of what their stolen glances would carry. The love, hate and envy they had once shared, would lead to both sharing The Daunting Desire for one another. (Pre AKOTSK) {~AKOTSK / Fanfic / ASOIAF~} (OC x Maekar Targaryen 💌)