𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘 ❝their love was written in the stars❞ ──𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 ( 𝐩𝐫𝐞 - 𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐚𝐟 ) ( 𝟐𝟕𝟖 - 𝟐𝟗𝟎 𝐀.𝐂. ) ( 𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 )

Rhae stands where the world feared to tread. Aerion kneels only to her, loving her with teeth and fire, willing to slaughter anyone who dares stand between them.

||Complete|| Princess Allaena Targaryen, youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, was never meant to shape the realm. Cherished and bold, she lived free of duty-until love bound her to Ser Criston Cole, her sworn protector and secret heart. When she's wed to a Dornish prince for politics, it's Criston who stays at her side, raising children that bear his blood, though the realm must never know. Now King Viserys is dead. The Dance of the Dragons begins. Rhaenyra calls for her loyalty. Her family demands her choice. But Allaena's true allegiance lies with Criston-and the legacy they've built in the shadows. As war ignites, Allaena must decide: protect her family... or fight for the future only fire can claim.

IN WHICH; daeron and daenys targaryen, the youngest children of king viserys and queen alicent, were sent to oldtown as children. house of the dragon season three daeron targaryen x female oc

Daeron sighs softly, his gaze drifting somewhere distant. "I've seen you in my dreams." "Fair enough," Elllia replies, allowing a small smile. "You've always been one of mine." Daeron Targaryen has always been Ellia Stark's dream ever since she met him. - This written in 1st POV of the main female character, Ellia Stark. Disclaimer: I do not own A Song of Ice and Fire, Tales of Dunk and Egg, or any of the canon characters. All rights belong to George R.R. Martin. I only own the original characters and the twists in this specific plot. No profit is being made from this work.

They call her siren the way men always do when a woman is too beautiful to be forgiven for it. Lady Anika Harlaw, sea-born and violet-clad, with a voice that can hush a hall and haunt a shoreline, leaving sailors swearing they heard her singing them into the deep. They call him Daeron the Drunken, the dragon prince who slips from court like smoke, who drinks to outrun his own dreams, until the day he sees her and becomes a new kind of wreck entirely: wide-eyed, trembling, starving with it, his devotion so blatant it borders on prayer. While the realm sharpens its knives into gossip and jealous roses bare their thorns, Anika glides through dragonfire and silk with a smile like a blade, unmoved by fragile women and dangerous men alike, until the prince at her feet proves he is not the sort to take, but the sort to beg. And gods, how sweet a prince can look when he forgets how to breathe.

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)

Born from a queen's death and a king's cowardice, Princess Vaemma Targaryen grows beneath the red stones of the Keep like a pale and poisonous flower, all moonlit beauty, silver hair, and venom sharpened by years of consequence denied. She is not fragile, not petulant, not some trembling little princess breaking cups for sport; she is worse, a woman who has learned that rank can make cruelty charming, that beauty can turn malice into music, that no one dares strike the king's unwanted daughter no matter whose blood she draws. To Viserys, she is the living wound he cannot bear to look upon; to Rhaenyra, the sister born from their mother's butchered body; to Alicent, the first child who ever truly needed her, and therefore the one she loves, spoils, and finally sacrifices. When Vaemma is promised to Lord Ormund Hightower, proud lord of Oldtown and sworn enemy of dragon arrogance, she expects another man to bend beneath the weight of her name, her face, her dragon, her royal rot, but Ormund is no courtier trembling in perfume and candlelight. He is stone, steel, tower-shadow, and judgment. He looks upon the Pearl Dragon and sees not a goddess, but a beautiful, vicious thing that has never once been made to answer for itself. Their betrothal is no love song, but a knife drawn slowly across silk: Hightower piety against Targaryen excess, discipline against indulgence, consequence against a woman who has mistaken impunity for power. And as the realm blackens around them, Vaemma must learn the one lesson no one in her father's court ever dared teach her... dragons may burn men alive, but even dragons can be brought to heel.

She walks with the weight of her legacy. He moves like thunder across the fields. When Viserra and Lyonel meet, fire and storm intertwine, and love refuses to be tamed, even in a world that demands obedience.

" Daenys, you promised you wouldnt leave." Aegon said whilst he forced her face up from her chin to look up at him. " Yes, before you decided to usurp my mothers throne." Daenys replied back sharply. Aegon then yanked her up whilst grabbing a fistful of her hair yanking her head up to look up at him even more. As, Daenys let out a painful shriek "Your mine, I don't care whatever happens you will always be mine." Aegon said through gritted teeth while pulling his face closer and closer to hers. Their lips only inches away from eachother. A dark romance story of Aegon Targaryen x OC *lovers to enemies! * p.s i started this story off for fun in like 9th grade, so the first few chapters have poor writing and bad grammer. I didnt fully lock in until ACT || so please forgive me if the early chapters are horrible. ⚠️ MATURITY WARNING RANKINGS:: #15 in Aemond Targaryen #100 in Dark romance #2 in fire #1 in dragonprincess #19in aegon #4 in Rhaegar