In the jeweled city of Lys, where marble glows like moonlight and every pleasure has a price, a dragon lives in exile. Prince Aerion Targaryen was sent across the Narrow Sea to quiet the fire in his blood. Instead, he lets it burn. The courts adore him. The streets fear him. And the sea whispers of the kingdom he left behind. Then she appears. Valeyra does not bow. She does not tremble. And when she looks at him, it is not with awe - but with something far more dangerous. Recognition. She came to Lys to escape her past. He was sent there to outrun his. Neither intends to fall into the orbit of the other. Yet in a city that devours the lonely and crowns the reckless, their paths refuse to remain separate. What begins as defiance becomes fascination. What grows from fascination begins to feel like fate. But blood remembers what the mind forgets. And some bonds, once broken, do not remain buried. Set against silk-draped balconies, moonlit canals, and the ever-present shadow of dragonfire, this is a story of exile, longing, and the kind of love that does not ask permission - only sacrifice. In a world where destiny is written in flame, two souls will discover that not all stories are meant to end in glory. Some are meant to burn.

In the halls of the Red Keep, where power is traded in glances and vows are sharper than steel, a meeting between fire and sun reshapes the fate of the realm. Aerion Targaryen, a prince bound by duty and dragonblood, has been raised to rule with restraint in a court that hungers for weakness. Nymeria Martell, daughter of Dorne and heir to a legacy of fierce independence, arrives in King's Landing carrying the pride of the sands and the memory of a mother born of dragons. What begins as a political alliance soon smolders into something far more dangerous. As rival courts conspire and old wounds between their houses threaten to reopen, Aerion and Nymeria must navigate desire, loyalty, and the cost of choosing one another in a world that demands obedience. Between whispered promises and burning ambition, their love becomes both a weapon and a shield. The Dragon and the Dornish Rose is a sweeping romantic fantasy of passion, power, and two souls daring to claim more than the world intended to give them.

In the frozen North, Juelle Frostmere has always found solace in the freedom her noble birth allows her - hunting, sparring, and the quiet companionship of Cregan, her father's only bastard son and lifelong friend. But when Aerion Targaryen, heir to the dragon blood, arrives at her name day, everything she knows about loyalty, love, and power is challenged. In a world where fire meets ice, can hearts endure the flames? This is a fanfiction set in the world of Westeros, featuring completely fictional houses and characters created for this story. Any resemblance to established lore is coincidental.

In the North, they whisper that winter is coming. In the South, they whisper of dragons. Lyra Stark is about to learn which burns colder. She is the quiet one. The good daughter. The girl who learned early that safety lives in silence. When Lord Edwyle Stark sails for King's Landing, Lyra expects a season of boredom and politeness before she can return to the grey walls of Winterfell. She does not expect Prince Aerion. He is a Targaryen. Silver hair, violet eyes and a smile that promises either salvation or ruin. The court calls him Brightflame. They do not say it fondly. He is brilliant, capricious and capable of cruelties that haunt the whispers of the Red Keep. And he has noticed her. Lyra knows she should run. Every instinct screams it. But the wolf in her has never met the dragon before and something in his fire calls to something in her blood that she didn't know existed. A dark romance inspired by the world of Game of Thrones. Characters, timelines and events have been reimagined. If you want canon accuracy, read the books. If you want a she-wolf and a dragon playing with fire, read on.

"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 (A little Daeron) ||

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?

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 ]

Throughout the years the maesters of Kingslanding and Summerhall would both agree on one thing. Princess Naerys Targaryen desperately sought the attention of her parents; the reserved and pious Lady Aelinor, and her bookish father Aerys. What they could not agree on, however; Who was her great love... And why did she die? Akotsk x oc Targaryen So much smut sorry I do not own akotsk, I love it so much though! This book is desperate longing, pain, ache horror, I AM YET TO EDIT, SO BEAR W MY SHORT CHAPTER i wish only to entertain you, sweet reader, pff bless your heart

❝Following his humiliating defeat at the Tourney at Ashford Meadow and the subsequent Trial of Seven, Prince Aerion is exiled to the Free Cities by his father, Maekar. He arrives in Lys-bitter, stripped of his royal guards, and cut off from the limitless funds of the Iron Throne. In Westeros, Aerion was a monster protected by his name. In Lys, he is just another beggar with silver hair in a city full of them. And his fall will be from high when he meets Rhaesa Dolaeris.❞ 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂 POST SEASON 1 OF A KNIGHT TO THE SEVEN KINGDOMS, NO SPOILERS IF NOT CANON COMPLIANT TO MALE LEAD'S STORY.

She was invited to King's Landing. But someone else chose her. Sarella Martell enters the Red Keep and finds herself trapped between politics, secrets, and a prince who wants her like a claim. Aerion Brightflame is cruel, obsessive, and impossible to ignore. Their tension becomes court gossip, then court fear... and finally, a vow neither of them can escape. Dark slow-burn enemies to lovers. Jealousy. Power games. Marriage later.