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.

Born a year after the Realm's Delight, Prince Aerion Targaryen was never meant to inherit the Iron Throne. But the realm has always preferred sons. Cruel where his sister is calculating, merciless where she seeks legitimacy, Aerion grows beside Rhaenyra as her shadow and her sword a dragon hatched of the same fire, but forged in something darker. While lords whisper that he would make the stronger ruler, Aerion's loyalty belongs to one person alone. When the Dance of the Dragons begins, the realm will learn a terrible truth: Rhaenyra may want the crown. But her brother wants the world to burn for her.

She was raised by wolves, and he by dragons. Their marriage was never meant to be a love story. Bound together for the good of the realm, Lady Elaenora Stark and Prince Aerion Targaryen begin their lives as strangers. But within the radiant courts of King's Landing, where politics are as deadly as poison and tongues are sharper than steel, duty demands solidarity between the wolf and the dragon. Yet kingdoms are forged by more than blood and crowns, and the greatest battles are fought with more than swords and bravery. #1 ValarrTargaryen (25/08/2026) #1 Aerion (27/08/2026) #1 AerionBrightflame (01/09/2026)

𖤓 ⋆˙ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 in the later years of the reign of daeron ii targaryen, princess elaena targaryen came of age beneath watchful eyes. the only child of prince aerys targaryen and lady aelinor penrose, she was paraded, praised, and nearly promised more times than she cared to count. yet amid the shifting designs of lords and councillors stood prince valarr targaryen, heir to a future even heavier than her own. what began as companionship endured through disappointment and delay, until, after many trials and thwarted designs, their betrothal was at last agreed, not merely for the good of the realm, but because both had chosen it. VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC ALL RIGHTS TO HBO AND GRRM.

Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen died drinking wildfire, believing it was the only way he could become the dragon he was destined to be and finally shed the fleshy body that held his stolen divinity. Great was his shock when he opened his eyes again, his throat still burning and the sensation of fire consuming his organs, in the arms of the woman who had heard so many stories: Rhaenyra Targaryen. "My little Aerion," she had called him. And Aerion understood that this was a second chance granted by the Gods. If he eliminated the rot that had tried to seize the Throne, perhaps the dragons would be saved, and he would finally achieve the glory he so longed for. For that, he had to choose a side, a simple task for him. "I'd rather drown in the bathtub than be in the same place as that whore Hightower," he had said, disgusted and filled with raw, unadulterated hatred. Thus, Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen's loyalty had been decided. Aerion would swear fealty to Rhaenyra. Or rather, to Jacaerys Velaryon. But who would have thought that a mere weak Heir could have control over a monster like Aerion? HOTD x AKOTSK

Mad, mad, the dragon's blood! 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 AERION TARGARYEN X FEM!OC X VALARR TARGARYEN. ©MONZIEE 2025.

Aerion Targaryen was never meant to choose. His marriage to the Princess of Volantis, Caelyra, was already decided - an alliance of blood and power. But Aerion never wanted her. He saw something else. Silent, invisible, Caelyra's slave was never meant to catch his attention - let alone become his choice. On the eve of a wedding meant to unite kingdoms, Aerion changes the fate of three lives. In secret, before a septon and with Daeron as witness, he marries the one who was never meant to be chosen. And in a world where dragons take what they want... No one walks away unscathed.

"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) ||