In the frozen North, Juelle Frostmere has always found solace in the freedom her noble birth allows her - hunting, sparring, and the quiet companionship of Cregan, her father's only bastard son and lifelong friend. But when Aerion Targaryen, heir to the dragon blood, arrives at her name day, everything she knows about loyalty, love, and power is challenged. In a world where fire meets ice, can hearts endure the flames? This is a fanfiction set in the world of Westeros, featuring completely fictional houses and characters created for this story. Any resemblance to established lore is coincidental.

In that moment, he was willing, more than willing, to submit to her in every possible way. He was her humbled devotee willing to do anything to please her, to satisfy her. He would crawl to her, kneel before her, follow her word as if they were gospel. He would not just worship, he would serve at her every beck and call, devoted to her as the Septons to the Seven.

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. "don't let it in with no intention to keep it; jesus christ, don't be kind to it! honey, don't feed it, it will come back..." (sinners x au) (female oc x remmick) cover: nightwvngs

Rhae stands where the world feared to tread. Aerion kneels only to her, loving her with teeth and fire, willing to slaughter anyone who dares stand between them.

{BOOK THREE IN THE TALES OF ALBION SERIES] The fragile trust between Arthur and Merilyn is no longer a secret hope-it is real, tangible, and dangerously alive. For the first time, Arthur sees magic not as a weapon, but as part of the woman he loves. Their bond deepens, even as the shadow of destiny presses closer. But love does not erase the weight of prophecy, nor the enemies waiting to tear them apart. Yet the greatest revelation lies not in vengeance, but in blood. Merilyn's long-buried secret-her son-emerges into the light. His existence changes everything: for Merilyn, for Arthur, and for the destiny of Camelot itself. Whispers of the boy ripple through the Old Religion, binding his fate to the same prophecy that foretells Arthur's rise and Merilyn's sacrifice. Allies will question her loyalty. Enemies will seek to use him. And Arthur must decide if love can survive the truth that destiny has hidden from them both.

They call my uncle the Anvil. They call my betrothed the Brightflame. They call my brother the Young Prince. They do not know what to call me. I am Visenya of House Targaryen-seventeen years of age, only daughter of Prince Baelor Breakspear and Princess Jena, sister to Valarr, granddaughter to King Daeron the Good. Where my father and brother wear their brown Dornish blood plainly in their dark hair-Valarr marked with that curious white streak behind his right ear-I bear the old Valyrian look without apology. Silver-white hair. Storm-grey eyes. The blood of the dragon written clear as flame. My father, Baelor Targaryen, is heir to the Iron Throne. My uncle, Maekar Targaryen, broods at Summerhall with his sons-Daeron the Dreamer, Aerion Brightflame, Aemon the upcoming maester, and little Aegon. My brother Valarr stands one heartbeat away from being Prince of Dragonstone. And I- I am promised to Aerion Targaryen. Promised since I was ten. The realm sees it as a strength-binding the lines of Baelor and Maekar closer still. Fire braided into fire. But the court whispers. They always whisper. They whisper of Aerion's cruelty. They whisper of Daeron's dreams. They whisper of Maekar's temper. They whisper of my father's mercy being mistaken for weakness. And soon, they will whisper of Ashford. The great tourney at Ashford Meadow will draw every knight with a scrap of pride and every lord with a hunger for spectacle. Hedge knights seeking glory. Princes seeking dominance. The smallfolk seeking distraction. My father says it is a celebration of peace beneath King Daeron's wise rule. My uncle says tourneys breed folly. My betrothed says he will make them kneel. I have seen how Aerion smiles when he speaks of kneeling. I do not yet know that I will meet Ser Duncan the Tall. I do not yet know that little Aegon-Egg-will follow him. I do not yet know that a single act of cruelty beneath a bright tourney sun will fracture our family before the eyes of the realm.

"Love is a dangerous thing for a princess. For Lyraenys, it was the cage that turned a songbird into a true dragon. She is happy in his arms, and that is why we all should be terrified" Lyraenys 'Star-Flier' Targaryen of House Targaryen. The first in her name and the one who was believed to bring back hope in the Seven Kingdoms. She hadn't gone mad like the most in her family. She was kind, patient, and saw the light even in the darkness. Lyraenys was raised by her mother, who saw her as the future of the Seven Kingdoms. She would one day rule the Seven Kingdoms. She raised Lyraenys to be a strong, loving girl. But her father had other plans. He saw his daughter as a pawn in his quest for the throne. He married her off to her cousin, Aerion, hoping to bring him closer to the throne. After years apart, Aerion and Lyraenys reunite in marriage, bringing joy to many. Maekar hopes Lyraenys can tame his son because of his madness. But what they don't know is that Lyraenys is fragile, both like a flower and a bomb. Because after all, she is still a Targaryen. After a few months of happy marriage, and Aerion's most cherished dream coming true, a new knight arrives in the kingdom who might just cause some trouble.......... I don't own anything from AKOTSK! Or anything else related to ASOIAF! I only own Lyraenys and this story!

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!

[FINISHED] Story about Lagertha and John. Married couple living in the heart of wilderness in Alaska. Fighting with cruel weather, endless winters, wild animals and sometimes against each other. Story writen along with my talented friend, one and only @AlfieSolomons00 ❤️

"No one can protect me. Not from this." - In which Jon Snow reunites with the first woman he ever loved after the Red Wedding. When faced with pressures no man should be burdened with, is it enough to love her with everything he's got, or will he lose her to the Great War when it inevitably comes for them all? [Game of Thrones S4-S8] [Jon Snow x OC] [Book Two in the Lions and Wolves Duology]