Viserra Targaryen always knew she didn't belong. Didn't belong among her siblings, among her family, in the world in which she lived. She knew that her name would not be written in the history books. After all, even with the name Targaryen she was no one. Rumour and whisper rendering her insignificant and truth burried. So she accustomed to a life in the shadows, hidden away and always silent. Doing her best to keep attention, and with it the questions, away from herself and her family. But while one plans, the gods look from up above and they laugh... For in truth, fate has bigger plans for the forgotten princess. Ones which would make her step out of the shadows as her world is thrown into chaos. Ones which would make her choose between blood and family. Ones that may cost her everything...

Before the rise of Westeros, before the dragons of House Targaryen, there was Valyria-the greatest empire the world had ever known, forged in fire and blood, and ruled by Dragonlords who bent the world to their will. And then came the Doom. Centuries later, something awakens in the ruins of that dead empire. Vhaezrya, an ancient dragon bound in human form, opens her eyes beneath the ashes of the Smoking Sea. The world she once knew is gone-her kin reduced to bone, her empire swallowed by fire, and her name erased by time. Weakened and stripped of nearly all her power, she is forced to survive in a world that no longer remembers the Dragonlords. Alone and forgotten, she wanders through the ruins of Valyria searching for meaning in a dead world. But when she finally discovers proof that dragons still exist beyond the Narrow Sea, her long silence breaks. For the first time since the Doom, something stirs within her-hope. As the Dance of the Dragons begins to consume Westeros, Vhaezrya steps into a war not her own, hiding her true identity while secretly walking among kings, princes, and dragons. To reclaim what she has lost, she must restore her ancient power piece by piece-while deciding whether the world that replaced Valyria deserves to be saved... or burned into memory like the one before it. But in a world where dragons fight dragons, even a godlike survivor may find herself becoming something far more dangerous than she ever was before. This is a fanfiction inspired by the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. All rights and original material belong to George R. R. Martin.

When Prince Daemon Targaryen fathers a bastard daughter with a prostitute from Street of Silk, no one could imagine that this girl would change the course of an entire Dynasty. Aelyssa was despised and humiliated by the vast majority of people who came to know her for being an illegitimate daughter. But they never imagined that this bastard would take the reins of an entire kingdom alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. HOTD | T1 Aemond Targaryen x female oc All rights reserved.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩-𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙝." The birth of Rhella Targaryen marked the only princess to the heir to the Iron Throne, Prince of Dragonstone, Baelor Targaryen. Along with Valarr, the young prince born minutes before her. Her hair was opposing of her twin brother, long silvery white locks that looked of shimmery moonlight against her pale complexion. Beneath lay a streak of dark brown much like her fathers. Baelor bathed in Rhella, his only daughter of mere 3 children. His love was sensible, kind, he would give the world for her at the bat of an eyelash. Something Aerion loathed. Aerion Targaryen x oc Slight Ser Duncan x oc

𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 is born too late to inherit and too early to be spared. The youngest child of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent grows up in the shadow of crowns and blades, learning that power is not given, it is taken, kept, and defended at any cost. targaryenoc x aemondtargaryen targaryenoc x aegoniitargaryen taragryenoc x femoc (time wise show accurate) I don't own any of the characters except for my ocs !! (Daeron is replaced by Aemara. Instead of living in Oldtown, she grew up in Kingslanding.)

Princess Visera Targaryen is Prince Baelor's only daughter, born on Dragonstone with silver hair like a promise and a curse, grows adored, indulged, and spoiled so thoroughly the realm itself seems trained to kneel when she merely lifts her chin. She is all velvet insolence and laughing defiance, a storm in pearls who expects the world to be handed to her, until she meets the one prince who does not bend. Aerion is fire given flesh: proud, cruel, and hungry for reverence, the sort of dragon-boy who would rather break than yield, and in him Visera finds the only refusal sharp enough to feel like desire. When King Daeron binds them in betrothal against the furious warnings of Baelor and Maekar, it is meant as a remedy, two tempests married to cancel each other out, but the gods do not bless such logic. What follows is a marriage like a dagger-dance: venom and laughter, denial and demand, courtly scandal and private hunger, two bright disasters locked together while those who love them watch with dread, knowing the realm has just tied silk to wildfire... and sooner or later, everyone will smell the smoke.

Princess Elaena Targaryen has always been too gentle for court - too kind, too soft, too willing to love even those beneath her station. When her brother's cruelty pushes her and young Aegon to flee, she trades silk for dust and crowns for anonymity, calling herself Ella among the smallfolk. On the road, she meets a hedge knight with a gentle heart and towering height, and for the first time, Elaena learns what it means to be seen not as a princess - but as a girl. But secrets are fragile things, and dragons are not meant to remain hidden forever.

Princess Rhaelyra Velaryon was never meant for a quiet life. Silver-haired, sharp-minded, and born of old Valyrian blood, she was promised young to Prince Aerion Targaryen - Brightflame, a man the realm fears almost as much as it reveres. To most, Aerion is unstable. Dangerous. Too proud of the dragon he believes lives inside him. But with Rhaelyra... he is something else entirely. Devoted. Possessive. Obsessed. She is the only one he listens to, the only one he cannot bear to lose - his queen, his anchor, and in his eyes, something dangerously close to divine. As they travel to the Ashford tourney, politics sharpen, rivalries rise, and watchful eyes follow their every move. Knights gather, alliances shift, and whispers about the Targaryen prince and his silver queen grow louder by the day. Yet beneath the spectacle lies a deeper tension - one neither crown nor marriage can fully contain. Because loving a dragon is never simple. And being loved like one can be even more dangerous.

Lyanna Tyrell, princess of Highgarden, was raised in comfort and light, her childhood seemingly untouched by fear. Yet since she was very young, she has been haunted by the same nightmare: a dragon tearing her from her home. On her eighteenth birthday, that dream begins to take form. Her father tells her she has been betrothed to Aerion Targaryen of House Targaryen, grandson of the King of Westeros, a man feared throughout the realm as Aerion the Monstrous for his cruelty and vile acts. Lyanna begs not to leave Highgarden or be bound to a monster, but her father is unmoved. This marriage, he insists, is her duty. A Tyrell joined to House Targaryen will secure their house's future. As Lyanna is forced toward a fate she dreads, she must face a truth she has feared since childhood: her nightmares were never just dreams-they were a warning. If you have any suggestions or any questions and just want to leave feedback please leave a comment!