"This has gone too far." "Has it?" "Yes! I was not meant to fall in love with you!" "To what? Say it again." "I'm in love with you." A Tyrell and a Targaryen, it was not a surprising pair, not after the King had married a Martell, but the way they looked at each other stretched a world beyond politics and that was surprising to every eye that saw. A flower not crushed by the dragon, but intertwined with it forever. Baelor Targaryen x Female OC Set before and during A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms. Inspired by George R.R Martin's series, A Song of Ice and Fire

The Targaryens were drawn to the blood of the Dragon, trueborn or not. Let them whisper in the shadows. They have never felt the heat of fire and blood. ~ "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." ~ -Daughter of Shiera Seastar and Lord Bloodraven -Son of Baelor Breakspear [This book has not been edited yet. English is not my first language, please forgive any mistakes.]

when lord lyonel baratheon hosted a tourney at storms end in honor of his only daughters seventeenth nameday, the great houses of westeros assembled at the ancestral seat of house baratheon. even the house of the dragon had made the journey from the crownlands to here - gracing the tourney not only with the presence of the heir, prince baelor, but king daeron himself. an event worthy of the historybooks, just as lord baratheon intended - what had not been on his mind was the fact that his beloved daughter, the storms doe, had caught the eye of a dragon.

I yearn. I am sick A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS ♱ aaronhtchnrs ╱ maekar targaryen cover inspo kissteeth

... to live for the hope of it all. ( maekar targaryen x oc ) akotsk , '26

•*⁀➷ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 🪷💫🦋🌼☀️ -', ༄ ❪ 𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚁𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙰𝚁𝚈𝙴𝙽 ❫ 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 '𝙊𝘼𝙏𝙃𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍𝙎' 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎 ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ❝𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿.❞ ❝𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗸𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂.❞ i𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 - she wins every argument by sheer audacity, and he loses every one by caring too much. 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 - she is sunlight slipping through castle stones, and he is learning that crowns are heavier than they look. ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ ❪𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙸𝙰𝙵/𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚂𝙺 ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.