Jacaerys Velaryon and Helaena Targaryen are married for reasons that have nothing to do with either of them. What grows between them instead is unplanned. A private language built from silences, small offerings, and things left unsaid. A short novella about the tenderness of never asking for too much, and the cost of never asking for enough.

Some songs are not sung to celebrate heroes... but to mourn them. The realm stands on the edge of war. Dragons fill the skies, ancient houses sharpen their blades, and every oath carries the weight of blood. Born as the third child of Queen Alicent Hightower and King Viserys I Targaryen, Princess Aeryssa Targaryen was raised between two worlds - the warmth of her mother's devotion and the weight of her father's crown. Known to those closest to her as Issa, she is a princess of Old Valyria's blood, yet her heart is far more fragile than the legacy she carries. As the realm divides and whispers of war spread through the Seven Kingdoms, Aeryssa finds herself caught between duty and desire. Bound by her family's loyalty to the Greens and the ambitions of Oldtown, she must choose between the path laid before her by blood and tradition - or the dangerous road her own heart demands. But in a world where alliances are forged through marriage, loyalty is bought with promises, and love can be considered treason, every choice comes with a price. As the Dance of the Dragons draws closer, Aeryssa discovers that the greatest battles are not always fought with swords or dragons. Sometimes, they are fought within the heart. In a realm where blood decides destiny and fire consumes everything it touches, one question remains.... Can love survive a war written in blood? Or will Aeryssa Targaryen become nothing more than another forgotten ballad?

They call him the 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗗𝗼𝗴. A Stark who serves as Helaena Targaryen's sworn shield. The realm calls him a traitor, the Greens distrust him, the Blacks despise him, and yet he refuses to leave her side. Through the Dance of the Dragons, Connan Stark learns that protecting Helaena's life may be easier than protecting his own heart. Connan has spent his life serving no cause but his own. Charming when it suits him, insufferably arrogant when it doesn't, he has never believed in destiny, duty, or love. He finds himself caught between rival queens and a princess who haunts his every thought. The realm calls him traitor. Both sides question his loyalties. Yet through every tragedy, he remains where he has always sworn to be, at Helaena's side. And when the gods finally come to collect their debts, Connan discovers that saving Helaena may cost him everything.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Jacaerys woke to the sound of a machine. A strange, rhythmic beeping he had never heard before. The air smelled odd-not unpleasant, but sharp and clean, reminding him of the maester's chambers whenever he injured himself as a child. Why did it smell like this? And why was everything so bright? Modern AU HOTD

"𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓇𝓎𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉, 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒹." Princess Daenerys Targaryen, the youngest daughter of King Viserys, has spent her life avoiding court politics, her responsibilities, and the endless rivalries tearing House Targaryen apart. But when an arranged marriage places her directly between the two factions, she quickly learns that surviving a war and ending one are not the same thing. As old loyalties fracture and the realm drifts toward bloodshed, Daenerys finds herself caught between duty and freedom, love and family, and the impossible choice of deciding who she is willing to sacrifice for peace. Set in an alternate version of House of the Dragon where Rhaenyra and her family never leave King's Landing. OC x Jacaerys Velaryon OC x OC Please don't be a silent reader, I really appreciate comments and feedback! (I do not own the rights to House of the Dragon, A Song of Ice and Fire, or any of its content or characters.)

Alicent had objected to Helaena and Jace being betrothed but Viserys overruled her and they were to marry when Jacaerys came of age. In which Helaena Targaryen got the happy ending she deserves [Jace x Helaena] Also posted on my AO3 account This is my first ever Jacelaena fic so I know it's absolutely rubbish but this is purely self-indulgent. I truly hope you enjoy it.

Prince Aemon Targaryen, the eldest son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, becomes the true leader of the Greens during the Dance of the Dragons. Unlike his reckless brothers, Aemon is calm, intelligent, honorable, and a brilliant dragonrider. While Rhaenyra fights to claim the Iron Throne, Aemon wages a ruthless but strategic war to save the realm from destruction. After defeating Rhaenyra, he refuses to rule through fear. Instead, he rebuilds Westeros, reconciles the great houses, keeps peace with his surviving family, and becomes remembered as Aemon the Golden King, the greatest king in Targaryen history. He later marries a noble princess from a powerful foreign kingdom, creating an age of prosperity called The Golden Dragon Peace.

𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 ➸ ❝ the sea remembers what the soul tries to forget. ❞ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 a demigod with no recollection of who or what she is, finds herself in a world of pirates and gets dragged into a treasure hunting adventure. [ fem!percy jackson x the straw hats ] [ percy jackson x one piece: live action crossover ]

[AKOTSK] Daeron Targaryen had expected to spend a miserable week at a miserable inn about a day's walk from the miserable tourney at ashford he was trying to avoid. Then all of a sudden, a strange barmaid sullies those plans of his and he finds himself entirely at her disposal, like a man bewitched. Gods save him and Gods save the rest of the realm from the darkness the barmaid claims is about to take over them. Or In which, James Lindsey Baudelaire, or Jamie - as she preferred, is sent to Westeros after a particularly bad car accident. Now, with her knowledge of the show and the books, she has to try her best to save these strange people she's grown so incredibly fond of.

Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen died drinking wildfire, believing it was the only way he could become the dragon he was destined to be and finally shed the fleshy body that held his stolen divinity. Great was his shock when he opened his eyes again, his throat still burning and the sensation of fire consuming his organs, in the arms of the woman who had heard so many stories: Rhaenyra Targaryen. "My little Aerion," she had called him. And Aerion understood that this was a second chance granted by the Gods. If he eliminated the rot that had tried to seize the Throne, perhaps the dragons would be saved, and he would finally achieve the glory he so longed for. For that, he had to choose a side, a simple task for him. "I'd rather drown in the bathtub than be in the same place as that whore Hightower," he had said, disgusted and filled with raw, unadulterated hatred. Thus, Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen's loyalty had been decided. Aerion would swear fealty to Rhaenyra. Or rather, to Jacaerys Velaryon. But who would have thought that a mere weak Heir could have control over a monster like Aerion? HOTD x AKOTSK