she was his solace, his sanity, his only reason to breathe

Born in Lys, Vaenora grows up surrounded by beauty and freedom, never imagining her future lies across the sea. In Westeros, the Great Spring Sickness has devastated House Targaryen, leaving Prince Valarr Targaryen the reluctant heir to the Iron Throne. Widowed and grieving, he has no wish to remarry, but the realm demands an heir. Chosen for her Valyrian blood and beauty, Vaenora is brought to Westeros and thrust into a marriage built on duty rather than affection. Admired by the court yet stripped of her freedom, she struggles to find her place beside a husband haunted by loss. As intrigue spreads through the royal court, Vaenora finds an unexpected connection that offers comfort-and the possibility of something more. But in a kingdom ruled by duty, forbidden feelings come at a dangerous cost. Caught between obligation and her own desires, Vaenora must decide what she is willing to sacrifice for freedom, love, and her future. Set during a fragile Targaryen reign, a tale of courtly intrigue, forbidden desire, and difficult choices unfolds within the Red Keep. Oc x Valarr Targaryen Oc x Ser Duncan the tall

Memento mori-remember that you must die, and remember too how fiercely you might live when given the knowledge of impending loss. In which Delphine Fossoway, who loved without restraint and lost without mercy, is granted an impossible second chance to rewrite the last year of her life. Valarr Taragryen x Fem!OC cover by @runlikeh3ll

Prince Valarr Targaryen, son of Baelor Targaryen, was carefully sculpted to be the perfect prince. But the death of his beloved wife, Elayne Redwyne, left a hollow space in his chest that duty could not fill. In the cold wake of his loss, he found warmth in the one place he should have feared to look: the tempting arms of Lady Lysara Loraqen. Lysara is renowned for being clever, with a beauty that surpasses the muck of Westeros, and-most dangerously-the shackled wife of the volatile, Prince Aerion Targaryen. What began as a whispered confidence in a dark corridor has spiraled into a feverish obsession. For Valarr, Lysara is no longer just comfort; she is a necessity. But for Aerion, possession is the only law. Known for a temper that burns hotter than wildfire, Aerion views his wife as his absolute domain. The one thing no one can claim ownership over, but himself. In a court where every wall has ears, and every shadow has eyes, Valarr and Lysara play a lethal game of heated liaison. They dance recklessly on the edge of a blade, knowing that if Aerion were to suspect of their betrayal, the Dragonpit will run red with more than just old blood.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟." (fem!oc x Jacaerys Velaryon) (fem!oc x Baela Targaryen)

heresy (noun) he·re·sy /ˈhɛrəsi/ - a belief or act that goes against sacred law, accepted morals, or what society declares forbidden. After three years in exile in Essos, her older brother finally returns. And with him come the problems Aemma Targaryen believed time had erased. She had hoped that whatever dangerous thing once existed between them had long since burned to ash. But the moment Aerion steps back into her life, Aemma realizes the truth. He is still the same possessive brother she tried to forget. Perhaps even worse now that her betrothal has been announced.

Five years ago, she was the golden princess who vanished into shadow. Now, Aelyra Targaryen returns... She walks into Ashford Meadow, unaware that the family she fled will watch her rise anew. The dragons of her blood stir quietly, knowing their own. AERION TARGARYEN x OC

✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 ── when the realm is torn between green and black, daella velaryon becomes a weapon of temptation. the daughter rhaenyra longed for and the image of valyria's former glory, daella is as dangerous as she is beautiful. fluent in manipulation, bound to her dragon, and capable of seducing kingdoms to her mother's cause. but in a war where every ally is a blade and every promise a lie, her heart is the only thing she cannot control. at her side stands jacaerys velaryon, heir to the throne and the brother she should never have loved. raised together, their bond was forged in dragonfire and fractured by duty. as rhaenyra's black council plots war and the green banners rise, daella offers herself to the game of thrones; willing to seduce, to kill, to burn it all. but when desire turns to obsession and love becomes the greatest betrayal, the question is no longer who will win the throne, but whether they will survive each other. [ jacaerys velaryon x fem oc ] WARNING. TARGCEST AND MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT ALL RIGHTS TO GRRM AND HBO.

"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."