Daenora, though a Velaryon in name, was born from seeds so tainted that even the blood of the dragon could not fully cleanse them. Used as a tool to mend together the divided House of the Dragon, Daenora finds herself torn between loyalties, waging a war of fire and blood, while the pile of lies that is her life begins to collapse. [ 𝙖𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙤𝙘 ]

~Judas did this for him, but his soul still howls / his mouth still aches~ Daenys Velaryon no longer knew the difference between sacrifice and self-slaughter, nor where the violence against oneself ended. A Kinslayer, a rabid dog; such creatures had no use in a world of peace. Such creatures did not deserve peace. She was a tall child with no lap to crawl into, for who would wish to hold a thing like her, shame clotting in her blood like a curdling sickness. She, with the incessant need to apologize to everyone who ever knew her, for the inconvenience she caused them by making her existence known, walking into a room and searching for an empty seat so no one had to go through the painful act of sitting with her. Velaryons were supposed to be of the sea, but she was a burning ship, a vicinity one had to always flee. If anyone deserved to extinguish themselves in a kamikaze blaze, it was her, the one who would be missed least of all, who was needed least of all when the realm finally knew peace. © ace_asterisk **Sequel to Before the Sky Falls **Book 2/2 |Ambys 2024 Fanfiction Favorite Top Pick | Most impressive rankings: - #1 in houseofthedragon (2/6/2024) - #1 in aemondtargaryen (12/6/2024) - #1 in Aegon (26/7/2024) - #1 in aemondxoc (15/7/2024)

[ ᴀᴜ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ] Naerys Targaryen is the first and only child born of the ill-fated union between Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, and Lady Rhea Royce of Runestone. In order to safeguard his eldest son, Baelon, a boy of frail health, from the power-driven ambitions of House Hightower, King Viserys I decrees that his second-born, Aegon, shall wed his cousin Naerys. His design is thus: to send the boy to the Vale, to grant him a castle and lands befitting his name, to honor his bloodline-yet, at the same time, to ensure that no harm may befall his heir in some scheme to place one of Queen Alicent's sons upon the throne.

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.

"You don't own me, Aerion. You're too mad to even see straight." "I own every dragon I desire, bastard or not." ⋆༺𓆩𐂂𓆪༻⋆ Princess Aelynn Targaryen was born a Stormdragon bastard, but fate and her cunning uncle Lyonel, would see her legitimized as a true Targaryen princess. Raised in the shadow of kings and dragons away in Storms end, she is betrothed to a careless, drunken prince she barely knows... only to find her heart drawn to his dangerous, mad younger brother. In a court where love is a weapon and loyalty a gamble, Aelynn must navigate fire, fury, and forbidden desire. ⋆༺𓆩𐂂𓆪༻⋆ Aerion Targaryen x OC Slight Daeron Targaryon x OC

A story about a love triangle where feelings are never simple. She lost her parents at a young age, but she was never truly alone. She was raised by her uncles-her father's brothers-and it was among them that she learned how to be strong. A cold mind. Courage that borders on danger. And a will that refuses to bend. Two forces run through her veins. The blood of the dragon. And the sun of Dorne. She is both fire and light. And that is what makes her dangerous. Returning home changes everything. Two people who were once part of her life now stand beside her again-and between them, there is more than just memory. Feelings that are hard to name. A choice she does not want to make. And a path that leads to something far more complicated.

Where Aerion burned outward, Aeralieth burned inward. Where he demanded the world's gaze, she learned to move unseen. Two halves of the same fire, shaped differently but born from the same spark. Aerion Targaryen x original character Aeralieth Targaryen This is a slow burn, but I'm not gonna drag chapters out with useless foder, so it won't be too far away for the juicy stuff to happen i pinky swear. AERALIETH PRONOUNCIATION: Air-ah-lie-eth

a phoenix and a dragon, both flying too close to the sun together. a phoenix and a stag, both laughing in the eye of the storm. Lyra Akari, lady of house Akari, second wife to Prince Baelor Targaryen. Marriage by political movements by her father and King Daeron The Good. Could it be love one day? Vaella Akari, second daughter of house Akari, not bound by marriage yet. At the tourney she meets the laughing beautiful storm that utterly consumes her. Will she survive the storm or will it destroy her?

paradox - a seemingly absurd or contradictory statement or proposition which when investigated may prove to be well founded or true "She's a bastard. She could never hope to take my son, Aemond Targaryen as her husband." "Despite that, Alicent, she loves him. She is part Targaryen. Wed your son to my daughter, and we can keep the Targaryen bloodline pure." - Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen to Queen Alicent Hightower She left him once, a ten-year-old princess full of naivete about the world, full of hopes and dreams. Only once in that six-year period did she return, and she wasn't much older then. But then, she returned for good. And when he'd seen how much she'd grown, something leapt within his chest. Something long dormant was awakened. Feelings that had never come to the surface in all of sixteen years of his life had come to the surface now. After being mercilessly teased by his older brother and nephews, and barely regarded by his own father, and occasionally doted on by his mother, and adored by his sister - in her own strange way, he didn't really think that anyone loved him. Especially not after the accident that left him with a missing eye, an ugly scar and an eyepatch to show that he survived to tell the tale. But she did. Eleana Targaryen did. And come hell or high water, no matter what came their way, the two of them would find their love - and they would either stand together... or fall together.

Born into House Targaryen, Alyssa Targaryen, named after her grandmother, is the second daughter of King Viserys I and his first wife, Aemma Arryn, born only three years after her older sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen. Once known as the "Realm's Heart" in her childhood, Alyssa was beloved by all. But tragedy struck with the death of her mother, followed by the exile of her dear uncle. What began as grief and confusion soon gave way to a smoldering rage, especially towards her father, and the innocence of the little girl was forever lost. After the birth of Aegon Targaryen, her half-brother through King Viserys I's marriage to Alicent Hightower, Alyssa quickly grasps the true reason behind her father's old desired son-the reason behind her mother's death-and soon sees the growing threat Aegon poses to Rhaenyra's claim to the throne. As Alyssa matures, so too does her cunning. She begins to see the political game for what it is-a game of power, and one she must learn to master if she hopes to navigate court, and control her own fate. The Targaryen blood runs hot in her veins, and she will stop at nothing to protect her family, her legacy, and her dragon. .❜䨻 ㅡ xxbiihxx, 2024. start: 19.12.24 end: xx.xx.xx