The dragons were dead. The blood of the dragon ran thin. But in the veins of Daena Blackfyre, the fire never went out. An exile with the scent of Eastern Cities on her skin and the shroud of a fallen rebellion in her shadow, Daena has spent a lifetime turning her scars into a suit of armour. Yet, she does not return to Westeros to claim a throne, but to harvest a debt. She is a woman of mystery, whispers and secrecy. A mistress of compacts and blood rites. In a world of loud men, she is the silent architect of ruin, a weaver of fates who knows that the world is merely a web and will is the hand that pulls the strings. And the will of the Gods must be followed. But even a weaver can be ensnared. In Prince Aerion Targaryen, she finds her mirror and her match, a man of wildfire and madness who seeks to own the very shadow that haunts him. He is the entitlement she despises and the fire she craves. Bound first by blood and courtly nearness and later by something far more perilous, their fates coil together like twin strands of smoke. A match that threatens to incinerate both West and East. A flame that will consume the very line of succession. A flame perfect to burn the woods and pave the path for The One to walk. ⪻────∘☽𖤓☾∘────⪼ The slow-burn is gonna burn so be prepared!!! There is lots of political drama, heavy religious themes, complex and dark romance, mature topics and things readers may find distressing!!

I don't know if life is greater than death, but love was more than either. PRINCE VALARR TARGARYEN / FEM!OC a knight of the seven kingdoms, s.1 - ?

A plane crash was a statistical anomaly, surviving one even more so. The odds were microscopic, laughable in their improbability. And yet Dr. Anicia Morrone had survived, defying mathematics and mortality alike, only to wake in a world infinitely crueler than the one she had left behind. This was not Alice in Wonderland, oh no, this was Anicia in the depths of Hades' own imagining... though even that comparison felt generous. Hades, at least, had rules. Westeros had ambition.

Brealla, a young lady from House Tagarr. She joins her family on the road to Ashford for the tourney. With high expectations for this event, things take a different turn when Brealla stumbles into a pair of arms that refuse to let her go. Those arms belong to Aerion Targaryen.

Gabrelle Essea is rushed into a life filled with jewels and nobility that weighs her down. All because of the man she fell in love with, Maekar Targaryen. - "There is no such thing as an end for us," Gabrelle whispers in his ear. Her touch is warm and familiar enough to calm Maekar down but only for a second. His heart shatters into ruin.

Donella Rivers, one of the many Great Bastards of Aegon the Unworthy. The evening before her birth, Aegon dreamed of his daughter, he saw what she would be capable of. She was gifted a rare ability that could haunt and instill fear into whoever she chose. Donella was an untouchable flame. - "Made from the same flesh and blood, we were never meant as one." Donella was afraid to meet his red eyes, how daring they were. "Who uttered those words to you? They shall lose a tongue in return for speaking treason."

Nesera Targaryen. A bold reminder of the great Baelor Targaryen's mistake. A bastard child he fathered not so long after his wife's death. Despite legitimizing his only daughter, Baelor failed to see the reality, which was that Nesera was a bastard. The world will never see kindly to those who were born as an abomination. Except for one. - "What a privilege it was to matter to you, ser." Pink filled her cheeks, Nesera looked away as she spoke. Ser Duncan remained silent for a moment. His fingers clasped gently on her chin and turned her head. They stared deeply into each other's eyes, gazing until lost. "The privilege ought to be mine, m'lady."

❝ There was a feeling of inevitability when I met you. And our lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. And I think I had to break your heart and you had to break mine. ❞ As Cressida Black's lungs ceased to draw breath, Aurelia Martell's heart beat for the first time. Reborn into a new and strange world, she must adapt and become a Princess of Dorne in a time where Targaryens rule from the Iron Throne. Seen as a pawn by her elder brother, she is married off to the Rogue Prince to secure an alliance and is determined to make the best of the marriage. For a war between dragons is fast approaching and she may just have the power to turn the tide. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON DAEMON TARGARYEN x OC

"a thing is not truly dead until no tongue remembers it." OR in which a prince destined to be remembered falls in love with a girl destined to forget. jacaerys velaryon x fem! oc hotd seasons 1-4. quinlans 2026.