Two siblings born from the blood of the dragon. They say when he was born, the coin that gods flipped had landed on the side of madness. But what about her?

Silver hair. Lavender eyes. A house that once ruled the skies. Princess Saera Targaryen was born after the dragons. She did not inherit their wings. Only their fire.

she was his solace, his sanity, his only reason to breathe

The dragons were dead. The blood of the dragon ran thin. But in the veins of Daena Blackfyre, the fire never went out. An exile with the scent of Eastern Cities on her skin and the shroud of a fallen rebellion in her shadow, Daena has spent a lifetime turning her scars into a suit of armour. Yet, she does not return to Westeros to claim a throne, but to harvest a debt. She is a woman of mystery, whispers and secrecy. A mistress of compacts and blood rites. She is an unseen spider in a world of loud men, a weaver of fates. In a world of loud men, she is the silent architect of ruin, a weaver of fates who knows that the world is merely a web and will is the hand that pulls the strings. And the will of the Gods must be followed. But even a weaver can be ensnared. In Prince Aerion Targaryen, she finds her mirror and her match, a man of wildfire and madness who seeks to own the very shadow that haunts him. He is the entitlement she despises and the fire she craves. Bound first by blood and courtly nearness and later by something far more perilous, their fates coil together like twin strands of smoke. A match that threatens to incinerate both West and East. A flame that will consume the very line of succession. A flame perfect to burn the woods and pave the path for The One to walk. ⪻────∘☽𖤓☾∘────⪼ The slow-burn is gonna burn so be prepared!!! There is lots of political drama, heavy religious themes, complex and dark romance, mature topics and things readers may find distressing!!

In a dynasty forged in conquest, prophecy, and blood, Aelora and Valarr find something dangerously rare: tenderness. From Summerhall to King's Landing, their story unfolds through stolen glances, courtly splendor, political betrothals, and devastating grief. A tragic Targaryen romance about first love, fragile happiness, and the cruel cost of losing it. 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

In the years after the Blackfyre Rebellion, when dragons lived only in memory and the realm stood fragile beneath the Targaryen crown, Princess Valena the bone eyed dreamer and daughter of Prince Maekar and Dyanna Dayne is sent north to outrun the visions that haunt her sleep. Hardened by winter, the old gods and the new, she returns south for the Tourney at Ashford Meadows, where prophecy, politics, and forgotten bonds are rekindled. But dragon dreams are seldom merciful, and some fires are not meant to be quenched. Valarr Targaryen x femOC

After the Dance of the Dragons, the once highly regarded House Velaryon saw their downfall. Financially drained from a war of their kin, they took their leave to Driftmark and did not look back. Generations later, no longer cousins to the Targaryens, their anger has festered. The Lord of Driftmark, desperate to reignite the bond between the two Valyrian houses, sends his only daughter, Valaena Velaryon, to the metaphorical Dragon's den. Uninterested in being her father's pawn, she faces it with a stiff lip as he tries to wed her to any of the unmarried Targaryen Princes. Unbeknownst to her, one of them has been dreaming of her his whole life. Cover by @-quinlans

𝘼𝙈 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙔𝘼𝙇, 𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙑𝙀, 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙍𝙐𝙀? ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ ongoing [ Akotsk 𝗫 Valarr Targaryen /oc ] ━ [She was the shadow he left behind, and the only light that might reach him."] ✦˚₊ ‧ ━━━━━━ --OH, FAIR AEREA TARGARYEN, eldest daughter of Prince Rhaegal Targaryen, burdened to care for him. A girl born of quiet strength and tenderness. Her silver blonde hair with a brunette lock and mismatched eyes. She carries the might of Visenya upon her shoulders || FULL SUMMARY INSIDE ]

when lord lyonel baratheon hosted a tourney at storms end in honor of his only daughters seventeenth nameday, the great houses of westeros assembled at the ancestral seat of house baratheon. even the house of the dragon had made the journey from the crownlands to here - gracing the tourney not only with the presence of the heir, prince baelor, but king daeron himself. an event worthy of the historybooks, just as lord baratheon intended - what had not been on his mind was the fact that his beloved daughter, the storms doe, had caught the eye of a dragon.

Prince Valarr Targaryen, son of Baelor Targaryen, was carefully sculpted to be the perfect prince. But the death of his beloved wife, Elayne Redwyne, left a hollow space in his chest that duty could not fill. In the cold wake of his loss, he found warmth in the one place he should have feared to look: the tempting arms of Lady Lysara Loraqen. Lysara is renowned for being clever, with a beauty that surpasses the muck of Westeros, and-most dangerously-the shackled wife of the volatile, Prince Aerion Targaryen. What began as a whispered confidence in a dark corridor has spiraled into a feverish obsession. For Valarr, Lysara is no longer just comfort; she is a necessity. But for Aerion, possession is the only law. Known for a temper that burns hotter than wildfire, Aerion views his wife as his absolute domain. The one thing no one can claim ownership over, but himself. In a court where every wall has ears, and every shadow has eyes, Valarr and Lysara play a lethal game of heated liaison. They dance recklessly on the edge of a blade, knowing that if Aerion were to suspect of their betrayal, the Dragonpit will run red with more than just old blood.