In 188 AC, Prince Baelor Targaryen is ordered to marry the wrong Dondarrion twin. Jeyne was never meant to be the bride, her sister was, and neither of them is willing to pretend otherwise. What begins as a political match quickly turns into a quiet war of cold courtesy, sharp words, and shared silences in a marriage neither of them wanted. In the Red Keep, under the eyes of the court and the weight of the crown, dislike hardens into something sharper, and both will learn that the hardest person to ignore is the one sleeping on the other side of the bed.

The Ashford Tourney was supposed to be just a simple tournament, nothing special only men fighting in an arena. That's what Arianna Heyford thought, until fate brings Lyonel Baratheon, also known as the Laughing Storm, into her path. They both end up walking a path where love is tested by those around them. A story where we all know that a certain lord loves challenges and is ready to fight to get his hands on a certain lady. And this is just the beginning of the troubles .

Their marriage was never meant to be a love story. Bound together by duty and the will of the Iron Throne, they entered a union neither of them chose. While he remained devoted to the memory of his wife he had lost, she found herself wandering the halls of Summerhall as little more than a stranger, quietly learning the hearts of a family that was never truly hers.

Following the loss of his wife, Dyanna Dayne, Prince Maekar has lived a life of cold solitude, and unending duty for his children. His life is meticulously crafted to fill the void Dyanna left, with the burdens of court politics, and war. Lady Ryelle Arryn, daughter of the Lord of the Vale, was one of girls chosen from across the realm, to accompany Kiera of Tyrosh as ladies-in-waiting, upon her arrival in King's Landing. Known for her brunette locks, often cascading in waves down her back, and her soft blue eyes; Ryelle was quiet, and tender hearted. Not a lady to seek an advantageous marriage, but one who sought to remain by Kiera's side. The political landscape of Westeros, however, had other plans. With the dormant threat of the Blackfyres haunting the throne, and the Free Cities growing brazen once more, the Vale forged a marriage of convenience with the Crown, thrusting Ryelle from the shadows unto Maekar's side, and the role of Princess of Summerhall. An army in exchange for a union between Dove and Avil. Influence in the East, Maekar would buy through his young wife. For her mother, Lady Taerra, hailed from the powerful house of Haen in Pentos. What begins as a dutiful arrangement between a hardened prince and his bride evolves into a grueling, slow-burn seduction of both mind and body. Maekar will have to learn to navigate the simmering tensions of his brother's regency, and his fear of betraying Dyanna's memory. While Ryella must find her footing at court, and in her husband's bed.

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.

"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

Everyone remembers the day Prince Baelor Targaryen named a young lady Queen of Love and Beauty. Few remember what came after. A marriage built on affection. A family held together by love. A prince who would give his wife the world if she asked for it. Yet beyond the walls of the Red Keep, the realm is changing. And no amount of love can stop what is coming.

" I WAS WITH YOU BEFORE WE WERE EVEN BORN." or The story of 'Dragon Twins' that never had a chance at living.

𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙔 𝙄𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉 ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ Ongoing [ House of the Dragon 𝗫 Jacaerys Velaryon X oc ] ━ [ 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡. 𝘼 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧, 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣] ✦˚₊ ‧ ━━━━━━ --VAENYRA of House Manderly, caught in the coils of jealousy and the whispering winds of rivalry, soon finds herself ensnared in a fate she had never sought. In the cold halls of power and the shadow of dragons, she must wager all she is, for the cost of her kingdom may be nothing less than the sacrifice of herself..... [ FULL SUMMARY INSIDE]