in which RHAENYS TARGARYEN is a dragon dreamer. When she foresees BAELOR TARGARYEN, Prince of Dragonstone, fall to his demise at Ashford, she changes the course of his fate ── weaving their destinies into a binding entanglement. [ BAELOR BREAKSPEAR X OC ] [ A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS AND ASOIAF UNIVERSE ] [ 2026 ]

so it's true, when all is said and done grief is the price we pay for love josephine must decide whether to stand by the man she has come to love or betray him for the survival of her family. growing up was easy for someone like josephine; she was royalty, but after her brother does the unthinkable she will have to learn how to play the game of thrones and how to win it. cover: @seasmoked

❝ 𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑫𝑺 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼.ᐣ ❞ ❝ 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑬. 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝒀 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺. ❞ In the halls of the Red Keep, it is said that some tragedies begin with a child's gesture. When the Purple Fever strikes the court of King Daeron II Targaryen, Princess Aelynor loses what she holds most dear: her mother. But grief does not come alone. It brings anger with it. Aelynor Targaryen is not like other princesses. She dreams not of crowns or political marriages. She dreams of steel, honour and chivalry 𝄖things that the world of men denies women. At court, princes grow up, alliances are forged and grudges fester. Prince Valarr Targaryen carries the hopes of a kingdom on his shoulders, while the shadows of the past and the ambitions of the great houses threaten the fragile peace of the reign. And while the songs speak of heroes, Aelynor discovers a crueller truth. In Westeros, becoming a legend always comes at a price, and all men must die. 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑰 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 '𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉' 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒓. 𝒓. 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏 cover by mary metzger

An Aerion Targaryen Fanfiction At the great Ashford tournament, knights ride for glory, ladies for honor, and princes for spectacle. Lady Alysanne Dayne intended to be nothing more than a spectator. Until the attention of a dragon falls upon her. Prince Aerion Targaryen is dangerous in every sense of the word. Proud, cruel, and utterly unpredictable. Men fear him. Women avoid him. Alysanne does neither. And dragons are not known for ignoring defiance. "You dislike me," Aerion said softly. "You make it very easy." His violet eyes glinted with amusement. "Good. I should hate to be boring to you."

Set in the years before the events of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, this story follows Rhaella Targaryen, a quiet and distant daughter of Maekar Targaryen, whose fragile mind bears the same affliction that once plagued his brother. Kept close and hidden from a world she does not fully understand, her condition is managed, contained-and never spoken of. But in trying to protect her from the fate that claimed his kin, Maekar's careful watch begins to take a darker shape. As silence grows heavier than any outburst, the line between duty and devotion only seem to blur. In a house where blood remembers, some inheritances cannot be outrun. (This fanfic will loosely follow the original timeline/plot of the franchise, however not everything will be true to the story and i will change a few things)

In a dynasty forged in conquest, prophecy, and blood, Aelora and Valarr find something dangerously rare: tenderness. From Summerhall to King's Landing, their story unfolds through stolen glances, courtly splendor, political betrothals, and devastating grief. A tragic Targaryen romance about first love, fragile happiness, and the cruel cost of losing it. 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

Fianna Bua, Lady of House Bua, never thought that she'd be riding off to war for the liege lord she hadn't even met. But oaths are oaths, the Buas have fought alongside the Starks for centuries and she wasn't about to be hailed an oath breaker. So with her armour, long sword and some 900 men in tow, she sets off to war to avenge the death of Ned Stark. Yet finds a little more than battle along the way. After all, wolfhounds and wolves tend to hunt each other rather than hunt together. [robb x oc] [season 1 - season 8]

The realm remembered she was born first. It simply chose to forget. Princess Aelyra Targaryen has spent her life surrounded by dragons, expectations, and the quiet certainty that some doors were never meant to open for her. Beautiful, capable, and far too proud for her own good, she moves through the halls of the Red Keep knowing that being admired is not the same as being chosen and no amount of excellence would ever make a daughter the heir.

House Targaryen was forged in fire and remembered in blood. From that legacy, a prince was born who carried both like a birthright-Aerion Targaryen, a dragon in human skin. Exile did not tame him. It sharpened him. When Aerion returned, he came crowned in shadows, his smile colder, his wrath refined. The realm whispered his name like a prayer and a curse alike. To seal his power, he took a bride from his own blood-a cousin raised in light, obedience, and fragile hope. She was everything he was not. Soft-spoken. Unburnt. Untouched by darkness. He did not break her with chains. He bent her with fire. This was not a love story. It was a reign. Aerion Targaryen X Female OC

Shaera Rivers was born from the union of the Great Bastards. Daughter of the two most dangerous shadows in Westeros, Bloodraven and Shiera Seastar. Granddaughter of King Aegon Targaryen the Unworthy, Lady Melissa Blackwood, and Serenei of Lys. Valarr Targaryen was the heir's heir, the golden prince of his age, tethered by honor to a crown he was born to protect. And Shaera Rivers was the bastard's bastard. No matter how noble her lineage appeared, her roots were rotten with the shame of her birth. Their love was a bond that no king would sanction and no realm would ever tolerate. ~ "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..."