''𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦, 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺'𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯.'⁠'⁠ Lady Baratheon's plans to enjoy the Ashford Meadow tournament are ruined when she catches the attention of not one but two Targaryen princes. A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS VALARR TARGARYEN X BARATHEON!OC SIDE AERION TARGARYEN X BARATHEON!OC cross posted on tumblr and ao3 © sehaedazokla 2026 - do not repost, edit, or translate on other sites

Depois do transtorno que Rhaenyra está passando na corte ela se irrita e chama a única pessoa que poderia ser capaz de colocar as cobras no seu devido lugar, sua tia mais nova Visenya a mulher era conhecida como a rainha do norte casada com Gregan Stark e tendo um temperamento mais frio que o inverno de Winterfel é a única capaz de realmente dar um jeito na bagunça que sua casa virou e evitar uma guerra futura

In a dynasty forged in conquest, prophecy, and blood, Aelora and Valarr find something dangerously rare: tenderness. From Summerhall to King's Landing, their story unfolds through stolen glances, courtly splendor, political betrothals, and devastating grief. A tragic Targaryen romance about first love, fragile happiness, and the cruel cost of losing it. 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

In a realm torn by duty and honor, Gwayne Hightower and Maelena Targaryen find themselves unwillingly united. Bound by obligations and the weight of responsibility, they have no room for desire or personal longing. And yet, as time passes and their hearts begin to understand one another, they yearn not for good grace or power, but only for each other. ──── ✥ ✥ ✥ ──── ( OC x Gwayne Hightower )

"She may be out of Valarr's life, for now, but there wasn't a day where he hadn't thought about her" Amaryllis Baratheon was a young, sweet, wise girl. She had her whole life ahead of her, and it looked promising. Especially when the son of the heir to the Iron Throne falls head over heels for Amaryllis after she attends his name day with her family. During the feast, he knows for sure: she's the one. But after the feast, Amaryllis disappears from his life. He never forgot her. When they meet again at the Ashford Knights Tournament, he's overjoyed, but she no longer remembers him. She's lost part of her memory after a horse accident. Valarr tries everything he can to make her remember the feast days, how close they were back then. And he does everything he can to win her over. I don't own anything from AKOTSK or something else from ASOIAF! Only this story and Amaryllis!

"A rose in a world of thorns. Mirielle Tyrell steps into the Ashford Meadow, where ambition, secrets, and destiny collide. No one knew where this would lead her to." A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOM VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC (SLOW BURN)

Shaera Rivers was born from the union of the Great Bastards. Daughter of the two most dangerous shadows in Westeros, Bloodraven and Shiera Seastar. Granddaughter of King Aegon Targaryen the Unworthy, Lady Melissa Blackwood, and Serenei of Lys. Valarr Targaryen was the heir's heir, the golden prince of his age, tethered by honor to a crown he was born to protect. And Shaera Rivers was the bastard's bastard. No matter how noble her lineage appeared, her roots were rotten with the shame of her birth. Their love was a bond that no king would sanction and no realm would ever tolerate. ~ "Who is that?" Kiera asked, her voice tighter than she intended. Lady Ellyn's lips curved slightly. "That is her.. Prince Valarr's beloved." The word struck like a stone. "Beloved?" "Indeed." Ellyn's eyes followed Shaera's hands as the shears moved with quiet precision. "When Valarr looks at her, he sees flowers, lilies, roses, something rare and delicate. But watch closely my dear." Her voice dropped to a velvet whisper. "He sees blossoms... while her hands close only around poisonous weeds." Kiera hesitated. "She looks... fragile. Almost ethereal." "So does frost." Ellyn murmured. "Right before it kills the harvest." Her voice lowered into a silken warning. "Do not let the silver hair deceive you. Beneath that glow is a girl who climbed into a prince's heart using tricks no septa would ever teach. They say... she has enchanted him." Her gaze slid back to Kiera, sharp and knowing. "If I were you.." She said softly. "I'd ensure Prince Valarr remembers the difference between a highborn rose and a common weed before she sows any more seeds in his head..."

In the years after the Blackfyre Rebellion, when dragons lived only in memory and the realm stood fragile beneath the Targaryen crown, Princess Valena the bone eyed dreamer and daughter of Prince Maekar and Dyanna Dayne is sent north to outrun the visions that haunt her sleep. Hardened by winter, the old gods and the new, she returns south for the Tourney at Ashford Meadows, where prophecy, politics, and forgotten bonds are rekindled. But dragon dreams are seldom merciful, and some fires are not meant to be quenched. Valarr Targaryen x femOC

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ " my moon, my man " Princess Gevinessa Targaryen, once known for her wild spirit and sharp tongue, has spent her life despising Prince Valarr Targaryen, the solemn, insufferable heir she could never outwit as a child. When an arranged betrothal binds them together, she is forced to confront not only her resentment, but the unsettling realization that the line between love and hate is far thinner than she ever imagined. As ancient Valyrian rites, family expectations, and her own stubborn pride collide, Nessa must decide whether the boy she once tormented is truly her cage... or something far more dangerous to her heart.

Deamyra was not raised to inherit power. She was raised to survive it. In a court where daughters are bargaining tools and affection is a liability, she understands one truth above all: safety is never given - it is secured. Valarr Targaryen is not the most charming of princes. He is not reckless. He is not easily swayed. But he is steady. In a world of unpredictable men and burning tempers, Valarr is restraint. Discipline. Protection forged in black steel. He does not promise romance - he promises order. And to Deamyra, order is worth more than poetry. She does not dream of fairy tales. She dreams of permanence. Of a place no one can remove her from. If becoming his wife means safety, she will become indispensable. If bearing his child means security, she will not hesitate. If loving him makes it easier to stay - she may allow herself that luxury. Because in the game of dragons, love is uncertain. But protection - protection can be chosen. And Deamyra has chosen.