Iᥒᥴ᥆꧑ρᥲtιbᥣᥱ | Bᴀᴇʟᴏʀ Tᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ⎯⎯⎯ ❛ Almas incompatíveis deveriam consumir umas às outras como fogo e o gelo, mas algumas pareciam cruelmente destinadas, como se os deuses encontrassem beleza até mesmo naquilo que jamais deveria se completar. ❜ 𝙰𝙺𝙾𝚃𝚂𝙺 fᥲᥒfιᥴtι᥆ᥒ Após a morte de Jena Dondarrion, o príncipe Baelor não voltou a tomar esposa. Alguns diziam que ainda carregava luto pela primeira, outros, que simplesmente não possuía desejo de dividir novamente seus aposentos ou sua paz. Fosse qual fosse a verdade, os anos passaram, e o príncipe permaneceu sem esposa. Jena lhe deixara filhos, mas isso pouco significava para os homens do conselho. Crianças adoeciam. Herdeiros morriam. A linhagem do dragão já foi reduzida mais de uma vez pela crueldade dos deuses e pela imprudência dos homens. Assim começaram as pressões. Filhas de grandes lordes foram oferecidas à corte e até princesas de além-mar tiveram seus nomes mencionados diante do rei. Baelor recusou todas no início, até que, por fim, deixou que escolhessem por ele. A decisão do rei voltou-se para o Norte. A escolhida foi Aysha Stark. A notícia não lhe pareceu trazer alegria, segundo os murmúrios ouvidos em Winterfell. Os nortenhos tinham costumes diferentes, que talvez não fossem agradáveis aos olhos do Sul e nem muito bem-vindos, assim como sua devoção aos Antigos Deuses. A jovem loba, como as pessoas da corte passaram a chamá-la, teria de pedir aos seus deuses que a ajudassem a suportar as diferenças para essa união. Já que o Norte e o Sul eram incompatíveis um do outro.

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 - El amor entre Joffrey Baratheon y Lysara Lannister crece repentinamente pero... ¿podrán ocultarlo para siempre?

Deria Martell, Maekar and Baelor's cousin, was a striking figure of her age. Her beauty drew many admirers, and more than one noble lord sought the hand of King Daeron's II niece. Yet he loved his foster daughter dearly and never sought to impose his will upon her. The girl's heart, as was oft whispered at court, belonged to but one of the four brothers-the coldest, harshest, and most withdrawn among them. The story of her relationship with Prince Maekar was a tangled and thorny one, and in time gave rise to countless tales, half-truths, and legends.

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 is done watching from the stands. Betrothed to a cruel cousin and suffocated by court, she disguises herself as a mystery knight to ride in the Ashford Tourney. With her loyal brother as her only ally, Rhaelle gambles everything for a taste of freedom and a chance to choose her own fate, and perhaps, her own love, in a world that has already decided both for her.

Before a blood-soaked tourney and the shattering of a family. AKOTSK Baelor 'Breakspear' Targaryen X Fem!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..."

Princess Maenora Targaryen grows to womanhood in a court of silks, whispers, and sharpened smiles, where love is a weapon and blood is never clean. Her bond with Prince Baelor Targaryen is as forbidden as it is consuming, yet duty drives him elsewhere, into marriage, heirs, and the service of the crown. Given in turn to Daemon Blackfyre, Maenora finds herself bound to a man as dangerous and wounded as she is. But love in the blood of the dragon is seldom a blessing. As old desires curdle into war, Maenora will learn that the heart may survive betrayal yet never unchanged. 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

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

Cuando la corona de su madre fue puesta en su cabeza, vio como sus tres hermanos pequeños lo observaban fijamente con los ojos asustados de niños que perdieron todo en la guerra. Y entonces Jace lo supo, no sólo era el Rey, era la cabeza de la casa Targaryen, y tendría que ser la figura paterna de Joffrey, Aegon y Viserys. Pero esos pequeños monstruos... Llevar un reino parecía más fácil que llevar esa familia que cada vez se desmoronaba más y más. Jace ya estaba perdiendo la paciencia y las esperanzas, cuando de pronto con flores lanzadas en su rostro, una explosión de chocolate y la risa de sus hermanos llegó la solución. Lady Brianna Tyrell había evitado que una septa golpeara al príncipe Viserys luego de una broma de mal gusto, y de paso se había ganado el respeto de los tres niños y la atención de Jace. Desesperado por su situación, el Rey le ordena a la chica quedarse en la capital, unirse a la corte de la Fortaleza Roja y ponerse al servicio de sus hermanos esperando haber encontrado al fin alguien que los pudiera controlar sin saber que ahora tendría a una persona más para sacarlo de quicio y hacerlo enojar.