Laenora always knew that as a princess she had responsibilities, that one day she would be married to one Lord and ordered to build his legacy like only a woman could - with heirs. She was ready. However being sent to the North, so far away from where she grew, that was not her plan. You would think a princess has far more choice in the making of this but she did not. She learned a few days before she had to leave that her hand had been given to Robb Stark - heir of Winterfell. The soon to be Young Wolf. A stag and a wolf. What an odd thing. What the did not expect was love and war. But those two things seem to come together as one, just like them. Laenora and Robb. A love the poet will sing songs about. Original name - desperado new version!

"But there is one thing we desire more than each other," she whispered. Her lips brushed his, barely a touch, light as breath. A provocation. "Power." Eleanor Tyrell was not kind. No one ever dared to question that and one had to be a fool to see gentleness where there was none at all. She did not conceal her cruelty, nor her pride. In fact, she thought it suited her. When Prince Maekar tried to wed his son Aerion in a desperate attempt to tame him, Lord Leo Tyrell didn't hesitate to secure that match for his own daughter, hoping it would tame her just the same. It didn't. Aerion and Eleanor were like flame to flame, igniting a wildfire, leaving nothing but destruction in their way. A match made in hell. The hunger for power ignited something inside of them, consuming both until there was nothing left of them anymore. Just death. || Aerion Targaryen X OC (A little Daeron) ||

lucerys velaryon 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. this 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. ©𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘴 REWRITING LAST PARTS OF THIS FIC

All her life she has only been promised one thing. That Lyla would bond the Baratheon family with the North when she marries Robb Stark.

IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel in the slums of Flea Bottom leaves King's Landing on a turnip cart, in hopes to make more coin at Ashford Meadow. She crosses paths with a hedge knight whose never experienced the touch of a woman. Not only was he the tallest man she's ever seen-but the first to ever show her what love truly is. She also catches the attention of a Targaryen prince, becoming his object of desire-and subject to his cruel ways of pleasure. ( A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction ) ( Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Commoner OC x Aerion Targaryen )

𝔇𝔅 | When the Targaryens are divided and dragons roar in the sky, Nathearys Targaryen finds herself caught between loyalty to her family and honor. Amid battles, betrayals, and a throne bathed in blood, her greatest enemy turns out to be the only one capable of igniting her heart: Jacaerys Velaryon. In a dance of fire and passion, can love survive when the whole world is destined to burn? 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙰𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚂 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙰𝚁𝚈𝙴𝙽 | 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼!𝙾𝙲

Born of spite, fostered in pity, shrouded in fear. Malaeya Lannister was a mystery to every soul in the Seven Kingdoms and far beyond. Many a song written in her name, yet few eyes had laid upon her. Locked away in the Red Keep, a need budded within her. A need for love. A need for life. But she never expected just what would suffice that need. [Seasons 1-8] [Robb Stark x OC] [Started: December 30, 2021] [Finished: April 21, 2023] [277,263 Words and 1K+ pages] [WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES LIKE SEX, PROFANITY, DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE, AND MENTIONS OF INCEST] BEST RANKS: 🥇 #1 in Richard Madden #1 in Jaime Lannister #5 in Robb Stark #10 in Jon Snow 🥈#116 in Game of Thrones 🥉 #2 in Kit Harington

„Aerion Leuchtflamme liebte auf dieser Welt nur eines außer sich selbst. Und als es ihn im Stich ließ, entschied er, dass die Schuld bei den Göttern lag." ♛♛♛ Westeros, Jahrzehnte vor dem Sturz des Irren Königs und der Rückkehr der Drachen: Hinter den Bannern von Prinz Maekar Targaryen wächst eine Tragödie heran, die das Reich lieber vergessen hätte. Während Daeron seine Schande im Wein ertränkt und der junge Aegon im Dreck nach der Wahrheit sucht, ist Vaella Targaryen an die einzige Flamme gebunden, die sie jemals gewärmt hat: ihren Bruder Aerion.

The heart of a Targaryen was said to be one dipped in fire and blood. They ruled the skies with their dragons, danced through the flames of death and controlled the direction of the wind. All from an Iron throne. Rhaella Targaryen was the youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen consort Alicent Hightower. She was cunning and calculating, knowing how to slither her way out of the situations she often found herself in. Visions and prophecies were both a curse and a blessing for the princess, and when the dragons began to dance she used them as motive for every action and sin she committed. First completed writing March 2023