Cuando el destino comience a cumplirse, Rhaella deberá elegir entre el deber, el deseo y el sacrificio... descubriendo demasiado tarde que, en la sangre Targaryen, el amor nunca llega sin fuego.

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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 | ❝ No me importa dónde diablos has estado porque ahora eres mía. Está a punto de ser la noche de insomnio, has estado soñando con el destino de Ofelia ❞ 𝙇𝙖 𝙝𝙞𝙟𝙖 más amada de Maekar y el eco vivo de antiguas princesas del linaje. Firme como su padre, tierna con Aegon y respetada por Baelor, crece rodeada de expectativas que arden tanto como su apellido. 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙖 con Aerion, soporta la dureza de un hermano impredecible mientras la corte convierte cada gesto en rumor. El deber se cierne sobre ella como una corona demasiado pesada, incluso antes de que los clarines anuncien el gran torneo. 𝙎𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙗𝙧𝙚 una atracción silenciosa en pasillos vacíos y miradas que duran más de lo debido. Los que aceptan a escondidas prenden comparaciones con amores legendarios que aún hacen murmurar a los sirvientes. 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙤𝙘 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 THALYBLAKE ||| 2026

Slow burn!! Revealed too early and claimed too quietly, Vhaella Targaryen learns that dragonblood is both a gift and a curse. Proud of her name and drawn to a dragon she was never meant to touch, she is placed within the household of Aerion Targaryen-a man bound to her by blood and forbidden from her by law. In a world ruled by fire and silence, some desires are dangerous precisely because they are unspoken.

Aerion Targaryen x OC Female Baelor's daughter. Aerion's plaything. Elyra Targaryen wasn't born for a throne; she was born for a leash. While the realm sees a princess, her cousin sees a pet. It's a brutal, physical addiction to the weight of his hand and the snap of his voice. She should fight him. Instead, she's learning to crave the crawl. Same blood. Darker burn. Forced submission... until she snaps. This story leans heavily into tragedy and angst - if that's not your thing, it might not be the right read for you.

"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 ||

Valarr Targaryen x Fem Oc

"Uno me ama como si fuera la única mujer que ha existido en su mundo, con una devoción que quema y no conoce medida; el otro me sostiene con ternura, pero el deber amenaza con arrancarlo de mi lado, y yo quedo en medio, desgarrándome entre la llama que me adora y el amor que el destino insiste en arrebatarme."

"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."

The dragon will never lose. ⟡ Aerion Targaryen x fem oc. Escrito por valyriandoll © 2026. A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms.