From being the quiet childhood classmate Aerion Targaryen mocked for years, Vivian Vale grew into the woman his widowed father couldn't keep out of his bed - or out of his life. What began as a discreet arrangement of late-night calls, expensive gifts, and tuition payments soon became something far more dangerous. Maekar Targaryen paid for her apartment, her law degree, the diamonds at her throat, and every luxury she'd ever been denied, but none of it compared to the way he touched her like a secret he intended to keep. And when Aerion finally discovers that the girl he once humiliated is now the obsession of the most powerful man he knows - his father - the lines between revenge, desire, and ruin begin to blur.

When love first turned to desire, both Maekar and Baelor found themselves drawn to their sister, Saenara. Their looks lingered, their touches felt too warm. The court spoke of duty and distance, but the blood of the dragon ran hot. What the world called wrong, they felt as fire.

Maekar Targaryen longs for touch, like a starved man, reaching out, the fingertips brushing against the solace of his life only to slip by away every time he gets close enough. Every time his fingers brush close enough to the temptation of his desires, the cold reality returns. That it is his niece, Baelor's daughter. The forbidden fruit. His forbidden fruit and his doom, that he knows he should not long for as only a decade ago she was a little girl, crawling into his lap, begging for stories. And yet, the sin grows within consuming his heart, forcing every glare of anger that was meant to be at the fate for cursing him like so, at those suitors who dare to glance upon what he deems as his. His niece.

In times of uncertainty, survival depends on measured, deliberate choices-the kind that decide between ruin and triumph. House Targaryen was no longer at the height of its power; with the loss of their dragons, they seemed less like gods among men and more like rulers stripped of divine favor. King Daeron II understood that the loyalty of the great houses could no longer be secured through fear alone, but through carefully woven alliances that bound them to King's Landing. Alara Tyrell, renowned throughout the Seven Kingdoms for her beauty and gentle heart, became an obvious choice. A union blessed by both the Targaryen king and his Dornish queen promised to tether the Reach to the Iron Throne. Yet one question lingered beneath the pageantry: was it truly possible for the delicate peony of Westeros not to wither-or worse, burn-beneath the iron will of the king's fourth son, a man forged in fire and expectation?

A collection of stories about my favorite characters from The Pitt Most will be reader insert without the use of y/n or anything similar.

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!

Aelena never chose him. Bound by duty to Baelor Targaryen, a man older, distant, and already tied to a life before her, she enters a marriage neither of them truly wanted. But in the quiet moments between obligation and expectation, something unexpected begins to grow something as dangerous as it is undeniable..