She was the princess no one wanted. He was the prince no one could tame. As the youngest daughter of Aemon Targaryen and Joclyne Baratheon, Saenya Targaryen grows up in the shadow of her sister Rhaenys. At the Great Council of 101 AC, her claim to the Iron Throne is passed over as well. While suitors vie for her hand in Westeros, her heart has long belonged to a man who seems barely to notice her: Daemon Targaryen. But her hopes are shattered when she is married against her will to Harlen Redwyne. Far from King's Landing, she spends years in an unhappy marriage, until her husband dies under mysterious circumstances. When Saenya returns to King's Landing, she is no longer the dreamy girl she once was. She is a confident woman, rider of the dragon Grey Ghost, and determined never again to let her happiness depend on a man. As the Dance of the Dragons draws closer, Daemon, of all people, begins to see the woman he has overlooked for years. But what happens when the man she once loved desperately only realizes his feelings for her long after she has stopped waiting for him?

Born during the fiercest snowstorm Winterfell had seen in years, Maege Stark was raised to be everything a noble daughter should be-quiet, graceful, and dutiful. But quiet girls hear everything. As the world she has always known begins to unravel, Maege is forced to leave the North behind for the dangerous courts of King's Landing, where loyalty is bought, secrets are currency, and surviving often means becoming someone else. While her family is torn apart by war and betrayal, Maege must decide whether duty is worth the cost of her own heart. Along the way, an unexpected bond with a mysterious young man threatens to change the future she thought had already been written. In a game where wolves, lions, dragons, and kings all hunger for power... Even the quietest wolf can become the most dangerous. oc x game of thrones x male oc

Laena Velaryon staggers onto the shore, dragging herself free from the sea's grasp. The ache in her bones is more than the chill of death-it is the knowledge of what has happened in her absence. The pain of betrayal, of abandonment, gnaws at her insides, as merciless as the storm raging behind her. She remembers it all.

"𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲? 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱." The first child of King Robert and Cersei Lannister - the only one born of royal blood, not golden incest - Morena is the living proof of everything Cersei wished to forget. Cersei hated her. Not in whispers, but in slow-burning cruelties: left out of banquets, locked away during royal events, whispered about as "wild," "unwomanly," "damaged." Her mother called her a curse. Joffrey called her a mistake. And King's Landing called her a ghost - the invisible heir. "I was raised in a palace gilded with lies," Morena once said. "And yet I came out sharper than any of them." She was born a daughter, but taught herself to survive like a son. Her bow became her tongue. Her mind, her armour. And her heart? Locked behind iron. She never wanted marriage, never dreamed of a crown. Freedom was her only dream. "𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗜 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀." ROBB STARK X OC OC X ??? s1-s?

The Last Flame of Valyria By: Mother Melanin For nearly two centuries, the world has mourned the fall of Valyria. The Dragonlords are dead. The Freehold is ashes. And House Targaryen stands as the last remnant of a forgotten empire. At least, that's what history says. History is wrong. Hidden behind ancient sorcery and protected by the fires of the Fourteen Flames, House Zorvaxys has spent generations rebuilding what the Doom destroyed. Their dragons number in the hundreds. Their magic is older than kingdoms. Their wealth rivals empires. And their spies watch every corner of the known world. Now the heir to New Valyria has come of age. Prince Malek Zorvaxys. Dragon rider. Warlock. Future Emperor. The Last Flame of Valyria. Tall, powerful, and covered in ancient runic tattoos that glow with forgotten magic, Malek has spent his life preparing to inherit the greatest secret in the world. But when his father sends him to Westeros during the reign of King Viserys Targaryen, he finds a realm divided by ambition, dragons, and prophecy. And he finds Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen. As old rivalries awaken, ancient powers stir, and the shadow of civil war begins to loom over the Seven Kingdoms, Malek must decide what kind of ruler he wants to become. Will he restore the glory of Old Valyria? Will he forge a new empire? Or will he burn alongside the world his ancestors abandoned? Because when the dragons of New Valyria finally reveal themselves... The world will never be the same. ⸻ "The age of dragons never ended. It was merely waiting." 🔥🐉👑

History remembers dragons. It forgets the ones who walk willingly into their fire. Born the youngest child of Princess Rhaenys Targaryen and Lord Corlys Velaryon, Laenys grows up dragonless in a house defined by flame. While her siblings soar, she drifts toward the sea-toward forgotten stories, forbidden shores, and the monster no one dares name. When war steals everything she loves, Laenys seeks the one dragon who has never known a rider. The Cannibal, ancient and savage, waits among bones and ash. She does not come to conquer him. She comes to surrender. What rises from the fire is not a queen, nor a hero-but a legend born of grief, chosen by the darkest flame of all.

A Tangled-esque retelling incorporating a female OC x Cregan Stark. Oc is NOT a self-insert. At 2 , Aelora Velaryon was beloved by all. Including those outside of her own family. The heir to be, a beautiful Velaryon with long, flowing golden hair, she was the light of the court, Rhaenyra's little flower. She had to be, given that Rhaenyra nearly died while pregnant. It was that which made her a prime target for the plot for a rise in rank. A rash, silly thing. A dare more than anything. And yet, Aelora Velaryon finds herself stolen from her cradle on horseback going North with no one but a strange man to provide comfort. Aelora knows nothing of the life she is supposed to have lived. She knows only of her father keeping her safe in her tower and those lights. The lights she has begged to see every nameday since she could remember. Yet her father has kept her in that tower through fear of the unknown, forcing Aelora to see them only from afar. Until one day, that changes. When a lordling from a Northern house is chased into her tower by a group of wildings. Suddenly, that dream doesn't seem so far away. Perhaps Aelora will get everything she ever wanted after all.

When it comes to war, I fight for Dorne. When it comes to love... I chose you. ⚔️ Oberyn Martells little sister joins him on his journey to the captial for Joffreys wedding. But the siblings have other plans on their minds. ⚔️ Most characters belong to GRRM #1 in oberyn on 7/26/22 #1 in shae on 7/24/22 #1 in Tywinlannister on 7/26/22 #1 in Joffrey on 7/26/22 #2 in badidea on 7/26/22 #2 in Jaimelannister on 7/26/22

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍. Born in 265 AC as the eldest surviving child of Aerys II and Queen Rhaella, Shaena Targaryen grows up in the shadow of her father's growing madness and her mother's quiet suffering. Though her brother Viserys is born nine years later to secure the succession, Shaena's life is far from simple. multiple povs Taragryen oc x Arthur Dayne Taragryen oc x Oberyn Martell EXTREME slow burn No Rhaegar*

[BOOK FIVE OF THE BLOODSONG CYCLE] Born in the ashes of rebellion, a girl is offered a cruel choice: speak, and die... or bind her voice in silence, and live. Placed in Eddard Stark's care as ward of the North and sworn handmaiden to Lady Catelyn, she is known only as Nyssa Snow - but her true name is Nyssara Targaryen, last heir of a bloodline believed long extinguished. Beneath the roots of Winterfell she hides her inheritance: a dragon's egg and the legendary Valyrian steel blade Dark Sister. Beside the Stark children she grows, quiet but ever watchful, her vow of silence setting her apart. Yet with Jon Snow - the bastard son who shares her sense of exile - she finds kinship. For years, their letters cross the cold stone halls and later the miles between them, carrying a bond that deepens as they come of age together: two shadows on the edge of their own home, already bound by words neither speaks aloud.