They say dragons are gone. Seraphina Seastar knows better. Raised between shadow and fire, daughter to two of the most dangerous minds in the realm, she has always known her life would belong to something greater than herself. Her dreams have shown her as much. A dragon. A future. A certainty. When King Daeron II Targaryen brings her to court and binds her to Valarr Targaryen, everything unfolds as it should. Until she touches the wrong man. Until prophecy becomes truth. Until she understands that the dragon she was meant to love is not the one she was meant to marry. And some destinies are not meant to be survived. -- Painstakingly slow burn. Almost 50000 words before they even hold hands for the first time lol. Events will differ immensely from ASOIAF, AKOTSK. Canon characters will keep their physical appearance from shows.

A Blackfyre daughter was wed to a Targaryen prince to end the Blackfyre Rebellions once and for all. A marriage of duty became a marriage of love though Daenys Blackfyre will never admit she is growing to love Baelor Targaryen. Every little moment of softness she gives to him, she'll give him twice the coldness when she remembers what ground they were married on. But a danger looms on the horizon. She can not deny it as she works to overthrow the plot that endangers House Targaryen.

She was born of two Targaryens , her father a king, her mother a princess who had been a queen in all but name, locked away by a holy man who feared what she carried in her blood. She inherited their silver hair, their violet eyes, their particular talent for surviving things that should have broken them. He was born fourth. Overlooked. Too much of everything the court didn't want and not enough of anything it did. They legitimised her with a dying king's breath and a name that tasted like iron. She took it. She wore it. She learned to carry it quietly, the way you carried things too heavy to put down. The Red Keep held them both, corridors and banquets and tournaments and gardens at night. A thing that had no name because neither of them would give it one. The world was already fracturing. She felt it sometimes, in the way her brother laughed too easily at things that weren't funny. He felt it in the way the court watched Daemon and smiled too carefully. Neither of them said it out loud. Some silences are louder than anything. Some losses happen before the dying. Some things end before the war. This is one of them. All characters and the world of A Song of Ice and Fire belong to George R.R. Martin. No copyright infringement is intended. Daelys Blackfyre is an original character created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction written purely for love of the source material.

Aemma Blackfyre was born in a golden cradle. She was no princess, not in name, but she was the daughter of Daena the Defiant and Aegon IV Targaryen, granddaughter to kings on both sides, and marked from birth by silver-gold hair and deep purple eyes that left no doubt as to her blood. A bastard she might have been - a Waters of the Crownlands - but she was every inch a dragon. And yet she was nothing like the dragons who sired her. She was delightful. Gentle. Kind in a way that seemed almost out of place in the court that shaped her. Many whispered of it. Neither her father nor her fierce, defiant mother had ever been called gentle. Aegon had been grand and gluttonous, charming and cruel in equal measure. Daena had been proud, willful, and unbowed. In temperament Aemma resembled not her parents, but the late Queen Naerys Targaryen - beautiful, tender-hearted, and possessed of a fragile strength that did not need to shout. That resemblance had once made Daena sad. Aemma never understood why. Then came rebellion. Her full-blooded brother Daemon Blackfyre rose against the Iron Throne, urged on by pride and by Aegor's whispering counsel. The realm divided. Blood called to blood. Aemma was forced to choose. Daemon - her full blooded brother and Aegor her brother-husband. Or Daeron - the man who had read to her at night, who had loved her not as a sister, but as daughter. For Aemma, the choice was never truly difficult. What is a sibling's pride beside a father's kindness? What is ambition beside love? She stood with the Red Dragon. She chose Daeron II Targaryen and the realm. If there was defiance in her - true defiance - it was there. In standing against her full-blooded brother. In turning from her husband's cause. In placing loyalty and gratitude above blood and expectation. The histories may call her bastard, sister, wife. But those who knew her best would have called her something else. Daughter of the Red Dragon.

Gabrelle Essea is rushed into a life filled with jewels and nobility that weighs her down. All because of the man she fell in love with, Maekar Targaryen. - "There is no such thing as an end for us," Gabrelle whispers in his ear. Her touch is warm and familiar enough to calm Maekar down but only for a second. His heart shatters into ruin.

In King's Landing, duty is louder than desire and pride is sharper than steel. But some things refuse to be forgotten. {Maekar Targaryen x fem!OC} Pride built their kingdoms. Pride shaped their names. And pride will decide whether Princess Valaria and Prince Maekar destroy each other... or fall in love.

Amandyne Baratheon has waited her whole life to see the world beyond the walls of Storm's End. Newly nineteen and stubbornly alive with curiosity, she forces her way into the greatest tournament the realm has seen - feasts that last for days, knights who fight for glory, songs that linger long after the fires burn low. What she does not expect is to meet a man who carries the weight of a crown he does not yet wear. Prince Maekar Targaryen is duty-bound, battle-worn, and quietly unraveling beneath the expectations of his name. He has sons old enough to make him feel ancient. He has a family already splintering at the seams. He has no space in his life for softness - until a Stormlands girl with bright eyes and too much heart steps into his shadow and refuses to leave. Their worlds are not meant to touch. The Baratheons and the Targaryens keep their distance. The realm watches every misstep. Yet in the quiet spaces between banners and firelight, Amandyne becomes the one place Maekar does not have to be a prince - only a man afraid of failing his sons, his house, and his own heart. But tournaments end. Blood is spilled. Duty calls louder than desire. And some loves are born in moments the world does not allow to last. << The first time Amandyne Baratheon met him, she thought he was only a knight - quiet, broad-shouldered, standing alone beside a restless horse while the world celebrated behind them. He did not smile when she laughed. He did not look away when she caught him staring. And when she left, heart racing for reasons she did not yet understand, the man who was not supposed to want her watched the darkness swallow her whole. >> !!! All rights and characters (except for Amandyne Baratheon) belong to HBO max series "A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms" and George R. R. Martin's novella "The Hedge Knight" !!! Warnings: mature language!

Aislynn Hightower had everything planned. The most grand wedding westeros had ever seen and make lots of love with her new husband. But she had to survive the ashford tournament first and anything could Happen there. 🐉 "I knew the panic was over since we found out..." 💋 Most characters belong to grrm Any mature content is bca

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 & 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 (𝐎𝐜)

𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑺 "I made a promise when I left for the coast, twenty long years ago" Baelor Targaryen x oc