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Dayna of House Hallward comes to the royal tourney expecting nothing more complicated than a few days of sport and spectacle. She loves the chaos of the lists, the color, the noise, and the freedom of being just another face in the crowd. Then she takes a wrong turn and walks straight into the tent of a certain prince. The prince, already on edge and waiting for a woman he paid for, assumes Dayna is the girl he ordered. His sharp welcome is met with an even sharper dismissal when Dayna tells the arrogant stranger exactly what she thinks of him. The encounter should have ended there. Instead, it sparks a rivalry that follows them back into the stands and into the center of the court's attention. As rumors spread and ambitions tighten around the tourney, Dayna finds herself unwillingly tangled with a prince who is as fascinated by her as she is irritated by his presence. What begins as a mistake becomes the start of a dangerous game, played out beneath the banners of a watching kingdom.

Lady Willa of House Baratheon was raised in Storm's End, surrounded by gentleness and light. Her life has always been about seeking trouble with her two brothers, putting their poor father's heart to the test. But when her dear father, Lord Roderic Baratheon, announces that she is to marry the brute all Westeros knows as Aerion Targaryen, her whole world crumbles to pieces. She has never met him and yet, she despises him so much it makes her blood boil. The rumours she has heard about him are enough : the silver-haired prince is vile, cruel and decadence given flesh. As Willa is forced on a path she refuses to follow, she meets Valarr Targaryen, Aerion's charming and totally unlike him cousin. He is like honey, golden beams of light and late summer mornings. Everything her betrothed isn't. Together they play a dangerous game, engage in a deadly waltz. And soon enough, Willa finds herself trapped in a lethal dance between the two princes. And her heart might very well be on the line...

ೃ⁀➷ 𝙋𝙊𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 They say Prince Aerion Brightflame always revealed his anger through violence and raised voices, while Aelena Targaryen hid her cruelty behind grace and beauty. She wore innocence like a mask, a serpent beneath silk. Aerion saw the danger and loved her anyway. He let the snake bite, and once the venom spread, there was no escaping what had been written. He never would have believed that a clever woman with soft eyes would be his doom.

In a realm where dragons are long dead and only their bones remember what once was, Prince Aerion Targaryen has grown too bright for his own good. Sharp-tongued, unbending and restless beneath the weight of a fading dynasty, Aerion has learned to wield cruelty the way other men wield steel. Court fears him. His father restrains him. The realm waits for him to either rise.. or ruin himself. Far from the gilded halls of King's Landing, House Gartimor of the Wolfswood guards older blood and older rumors. They are called beasts in silk-lined courts, whispered of as skinchangers and savages. Their daughter, Mineria, was raised not for embroidery but for endurance. She knows the bite of cold and the feel of a sword hilt in her palm. Between frost and flame, beneath watchful skulls and colder stars, two stubborn natures are forced into proximity neither sought and neither can easily escape. And when politics binds dragon to wolf, it is meant to be alliance.. It becomes something far more dangerous. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Art/moodbars etc for this story, here; Instagram: @coconcussion

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒚 or 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎, 𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔... 𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

Years before the fall of the Iron Throne, the fire returns to a world that has grown cold. Maleynna Velaryon is a relic of an age of legends. Born to the "Queen Who Never Was" and the "Sea Snake," she was raised amidst the thunder of dragon wings and the sharp lessons of the most dangerous men in Westeros. But when a freak occurrence of ancient magic tears her from the height of the Dance of the Dragons, she is cast years forward into a realm that has forgotten the scent of dragonfire. [ VALARR TARGARYEN X OC! ] [ AERION TARGARYEN X OC! ]

"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

"then wed her to me," aerion pleaded, his voice growing desperate as he looked at his father. "the lannisters care only for her title and dragon, i- i could take care of her. better than some lannister lord. have her be mine, i beg you." when the last dragon died a century ago, and the targaryen dynasty had just gotten used to surviving without their greatest asset, an impulsive decision single-handedly brought them back. he hated her for it, envied how she represented something he was supposed to be. meanwhile she hated him for his freedom, resented how he was everything she ever wanted to be. but the dagger of fate had stabbed them both that day, twisting in and merging their bloods as one

Pretty ones are crazy. A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms.