✨ Maekar Targaryen x niece OC ✨ After her father's death, Aelyssa is determined to hate the man who killed him. But grief is a treacherous thing, and the line between comfort and betrayal proves thinner than she ever imagined. (Cover photo found on Pinterest, I'm not sure who the artist is, but if you know please tell me so I can credit them properly 🙏)

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.

A fanfiction inspired by A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Valarr Targaryen × Original Character

Under the rule of King Daeron II Targaryen, the dragons of old are long thought dead. Until you, Heir to Runestone, mounts the last surviving dragon of the Dance, long believed to have vanished after the death of its rider, Alyssa Royce, daughter of Rhea Royce and Daemon Targaryen. --- Book 1 of Bronze and Brimstone --- Baelor Targaryen x Reader Second person POV

The future of the Seven Kingdom's change when Prince Baelor decides to marry again. This time, his choice is made out of love, not an arranged match. Princess Viserra Targaryen is the eldest daughter of Maekar Targaryen, and her father would soon see her married, to her brother Aerion. She decides that the only one who could stop Aerion is the heir of the Iron Throne. When chase turns into love, no one can stop them. Potential matches are ruined, scandal rises at court, and fate changes. Baelor does not perish at Ashford. A greater king than Jaeharys the Conciliator awaits the Seven Kingdoms, and he is madly in love with his niece. All credit goes to George R.R. Martin. This story is different from the original, although most characters are the ones from canon.

"If you leave, I'll kill you But oh dear, I fear You'll kill me first That is love This is love Look for no other than I"

From being the quiet childhood classmate Aerion Targaryen mocked for years, Vivian Vale grew into the woman his widowed father couldn't keep out of his bed - or out of his life. What began as a discreet arrangement of late-night calls, expensive gifts, and tuition payments soon became something far more dangerous. Maekar Targaryen paid for her apartment, her law degree, the diamonds at her throat, and every luxury she'd ever been denied, but none of it compared to the way he touched her like a secret he intended to keep. And when Aerion finally discovers that the girl he once humiliated is now the obsession of the most powerful man he knows - his father - the lines between revenge, desire, and ruin begin to blur.

Roslynd Tyrell is a dreamer, she has dreamed of a gallant great prince all of her life. Someone brave and dutiful to love and cherish her. Daeron III Targaryen is a dreamer too, but his dreams are something much darker. Roslynd finds out that dreams do not come true, but for Daeron that could not be farther from the truth. It is a struggle for the two of them to find common ground as a married pair who cannot even share the same room. [DAERON III TARGARYEN X FEM!OC] [AKOTSK] #1 in Daeron Targaryen (04/05/2026) #1 in Aerion Targaryen (04/05/2026)

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 & 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒈 ☾⊹ ࣪ [ Akotsk x Valarr Targaryen/oc ] - 𝘖𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺, these are the words of the Black Stag of Baratheon. Though my eyes have been set only once on a stag - a white hart, glorious and ethereal standing tall in front of me. ❧♛❦♛❧ {Tales of golden lines written for the Young Stag have stormed through Westeros. The long untamed Lady Meera Baratheon, named by my grandmother, with courage known to men and patience known to women. Tales of lines of suitors for my hand, beauty and persistence - Lyonel Baratheon could not justify any of it as my father. Who would have known the light in my dark eyes threatening to rip my womanhood out with a knife against my thigh at the idea of Lord Baratheon, my grandfather, tangling me to marriage with an impotent suitor to his vows as lordship. The night storm passes and by day, Valarr Targaryen, the Young Prince, with his father, Prince Baelor, are seated by the hall of Storm's End. Only one question at the eerie silence -𝑾𝒉𝒚?}