Her name was Lyssa Finnings; though in the alleys she had been called a dozen things less kind. She was slight and wiry, with tangled dark hair usually bound beneath a borrowed helm that sat too large upon her brow. Her hands were scarred from years of knife work and stable labor rather than the lance drills of a proper knight. Still, she carried herself with a defiant sort of pride, the kind born in places where pride was often the only thing no one could steal. She's heard about the upcoming tournament in Ashford, determined to compete she goes undercover. She battles obstacles due to her gender but along the path meets Aerion Targaryen, a royal, one who could easily slit her throat out, and one who strives to ruin her.

She was not the heir. She was not the warrior. She was not the dreamer. They call her the Rose of the Realm🌹 Jessaena Targaryen is the youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, but unlike her brothers and sister, she was born with hair of the coloring of both her parents. Auburn streaked with silver at the ends... an extraordinary combination that had never been seen, spoken of, or dreamed of in the history of House Targaryen. She became her mother's pride as soon as she was born and from the moment kingdom saw her, whispers spread through the court: this child, they said, was a living testament to a unity the realm had never known. But the truth is... the court is no place for unity... nor love. In a world that is getting closer and closer to war, trust becomes fragile and danger is always near. Jessaena will learn that blood may bind... but it can also destroy. This is the story of Jessaena Targaryen. This is Blood of the Queen. 🏆 #1 in Aemond Targaryen (18/11/25) 🏆#1 in Team Green (19/11/25)

THE 𝗘𝗫 𝗡𝗜𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗢 SAGA. book one latibule - noun • a hiding place; a secure, sheltered, or cozy refuge. 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 bucky barnes x fem!oc steve rogers x fem!oc natasha romanoff x fem!oc sam wilson x fem!oc before 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 - after 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘

𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚁𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚛𝚊'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜-𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎? _____ Princess Rheanyra Targaryen is gentle, soft-spoken, and beloved by her father, Maekar, and her uncle Bealor, who have long dreamed of a future where she is safely wed and cherished. Yet her older brother, Prince Areion Targaryen, watches her with a fierce, unyielding devotion-proud, dangerous, and unashamedly in love with his sister in ways few dare understand. At the Ashford tourney, the world will see the Targaryens in full flame-and secrets, desires, and claims will ignite in ways no one expects. ---- I only claim the OC nyra everything else is OWNED by GRRM.

Baelora Targaryen was the youngest and only female of the Targaryen siblings. Holding the known status of beauty and innocence. But innocence was a fragile thing in a family built on tradition and reproduction. As the much younger sister of Prince Aerion-the Bright Flame-Baelora had grown up watching his cruel victories and mistakes, where whispers followed his name like smoke. Most of the time Baelora simple thought of him as her older brother-her guardian- her protector. Yet as the great tourney at Ashford Meadow draws near, she begins to see the truth behind the stories. And in a world where dragons wear crowns and madness walks beside power, Baelora must learn that even the brightest flames can burn.

There is only one fire that burns hotter than power. Obsession. But when these two flames begin to dance together, they do not warm each other - they devour one another.

She was not the sort of Targaryen songs were written about. Born into a house of men and raised in the long shadow of fire, she learns early that her future is not hers to choose. When the path before her narrows, she makes her decision. She trades her name, her face, and her place to escape a fate she cannot endure.

Throughout the years the maesters of Kingslanding and Summerhall would both agree on one thing. Princess Naerys Targaryen desperately sought the attention of her parents; the reserved and pious Lady Aelinor, and her bookish father Aerys. What they could not agree on, however; Who was her great love... And why did she die? Akotsk x oc Targaryen So much smut sorry I do not own akotsk, I love it so much though! This book is desperate longing, pain, ache horror, I AM YET TO EDIT, SO BEAR W MY SHORT CHAPTER i wish only to entertain you, sweet reader, pff bless your heart

Myara was promised to Prince Daeron Targaryen... but it is his dangerous brother, Aerion Brightflame, who ignites a fire she can't tame.

There was once a time where peace could be achieved with silence. When a woman's worth was measured by her obedience to duty alone. But silence breaks. And when it does, desire speaks louder than duty ever could.