Princess Rhaelyra Velaryon was never meant for a quiet life. Silver-haired, sharp-minded, and born of old Valyrian blood, she was promised young to Prince Aerion Targaryen - Brightflame, a man the realm fears almost as much as it reveres. To most, Aerion is unstable. Dangerous. Too proud of the dragon he believes lives inside him. But with Rhaelyra... he is something else entirely. Devoted. Possessive. Obsessed. She is the only one he listens to, the only one he cannot bear to lose - his queen, his anchor, and in his eyes, something dangerously close to divine. As they travel to the Ashford tourney, politics sharpen, rivalries rise, and watchful eyes follow their every move. Knights gather, alliances shift, and whispers about the Targaryen prince and his silver queen grow louder by the day. Yet beneath the spectacle lies a deeper tension - one neither crown nor marriage can fully contain. Because loving a dragon is never simple. And being loved like one can be even more dangerous.

🔮🕊🔮🕊 Helaena Targaryen is the daughter of Maekar Targaryen and Dyanna Dayne, born in 193 AC. Like her ancestor Helaena Targaryen, sister-wife of Aegon the ll, Helaena is a dreamer, a dragon dreamer. Helaena older brother Daeron is a dreamer too. Helaena looks like her father with the hair and eyes but the face is all her mother, so when Dyanna Dayne sadly died giving birth, Helaena took on the role as mother. Helaena would take care of her younger siblings, Aemon, Daella, Aegon and Rhae, she would also take care of her older siblings too. Daeron her older brother sometimes thought Helaena was their mother, when he was drunk. Which is most of the time. Helaena didn't care tho, she only care that her family was taken care of. Helaena never let her family see her down or suffering, especially from her dreams. When Helaena was just a girl, 11 namedays she was married off to her older brother Daeron, she gave birth to a child, a little girl named Dyanna after their mother. Helaena and Daeron also had twin sons named Baelon and Aelyx, Daeron choosing the boys names. Helaena life ended somewhat like the first Helaena life ended but that ending is a while away.

"I am not throwin' away my shot I am not throwin' away my shot Ayo, I'm just like my country I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwin' away my shot."

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ( 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 𝒙 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 )

Shaera Rivers was born from the union of the Great Bastards. Daughter of the two most dangerous shadows in Westeros, Bloodraven and Shiera Seastar. Granddaughter of King Aegon Targaryen the Unworthy, Lady Melissa Blackwood, and Serenei of Lys. Valarr Targaryen was the heir's heir, the golden prince of his age, tethered by honor to a crown he was born to protect. And Shaera Rivers was the bastard's bastard. No matter how noble her lineage appeared, her roots were rotten with the shame of her birth. Their love was a bond that no king would sanction and no realm would ever tolerate. ~ "Who is that?" Kiera asked, her voice tighter than she intended. Lady Ellyn's lips curved slightly. "That is her.. Prince Valarr's beloved." The word struck like a stone. "Beloved?" "Indeed." Ellyn's eyes followed Shaera's hands as the shears moved with quiet precision. "When Valarr looks at her, he sees flowers, lilies, roses, something rare and delicate. But watch closely my dear." Her voice dropped to a velvet whisper. "He sees blossoms... while her hands close only around poisonous weeds." Kiera hesitated. "She looks... fragile. Almost ethereal." "So does frost." Ellyn murmured. "Right before it kills the harvest." Her voice lowered into a silken warning. "Do not let the silver hair deceive you. Beneath that glow is a girl who climbed into a prince's heart using tricks no septa would ever teach. They say... she has enchanted him." Her gaze slid back to Kiera, sharp and knowing. "If I were you.." She said softly. "I'd ensure Prince Valarr remembers the difference between a highborn rose and a common weed before she sows any more seeds in his head..."

To save a realm and the princes within it. Irina was never meant to live the story until Westeros took her. Reborn into a place she was never meant to exist and with a name that replaces another. Armed with her knowledge and a book that rewrites itself with every choice she makes, she realizes she has been given a purpose: to change the fate of a kingdom written in tragedy. To stop Baelor Breakspear's death. Prince Valarr, golden and composed, who looks at her as though she belongs beside him. And another, Prince Aerion, who remembers the moment she dared to touch him. Irina was brought to Westeros to fix a story. And the more events she changed, the less the world follows what she knows.

Prince Baelon Targaryen the second son of Prince Maekar. A sunshine of a boy. Ment to be a great husband and father. Or He dies instead of Prince Baelor. But we also follow him before the tragedy of Ashford. - Will be a short story. Basically the events that lead to Prince Baelons death. It won't be super detail. I need a break from long fanfics that take 1+ years to write -

so I don't have to be worthy, I no longer try to be good. it didn't keep me safe. like you told me that it would. ( daeron targaryen / female oc ) ( aerion targaryen / female oc ) ( slight ser dunk / female oc ) [cover by @fleabagpriest] 2026 © cottonroses

Princess Visera Targaryen is Prince Baelor's only daughter, born on Dragonstone with silver hair like a promise and a curse, grows adored, indulged, and spoiled so thoroughly the realm itself seems trained to kneel when she merely lifts her chin. She is all velvet insolence and laughing defiance, a storm in pearls who expects the world to be handed to her, until she meets the one prince who does not bend. Aerion is fire given flesh: proud, cruel, and hungry for reverence, the sort of dragon-boy who would rather break than yield, and in him Visera finds the only refusal sharp enough to feel like desire. When King Daeron binds them in betrothal against the furious warnings of Baelor and Maekar, it is meant as a remedy, two tempests married to cancel each other out, but the gods do not bless such logic. What follows is a marriage like a dagger-dance: venom and laughter, denial and demand, courtly scandal and private hunger, two bright disasters locked together while those who love them watch with dread, knowing the realm has just tied silk to wildfire... and sooner or later, everyone will smell the smoke.

The rest is silence. (Hamnet AU) Daeron Targaryen is plagued by dreams doomed to come true. With few to understand his troubles, he falls for a peerless princess, dreams of her unlike all others. Westeros sees the both of them transform into fiercely protective parents, but as the Great Spring Sickness rolls through the Seven Kingdoms, not even the power of prophecy is enough to save what they hold dear. WARNINGS: Infant/child loss, alcoholism, child abuse Cover Art by truebornthump4437