Elain Robinavitch-Abbot is the Princess in Pink. One of the best trauma nurses in the Pitt. Soft-spoken. Steady-handed. Loved by nearly everyone who matters. She is also married to Robby and Jack. Most of the ER already knows. Most of them also know better than to make it their business. After PittFest, peace became something everyone protected wherever they could find it. But when a nosy intern starts watching El too closely, asking too much, and turning care into suspicion, the calm the Pitt has been living in starts to crack. And Santos is about to learn that some things are private for a reason.

'Good girl. Now lower your voice before someone hears. You belong only to me, and you would do well to remember it.' Marian was a calculating woman. Taking her cousin Elizabeth's place to become Lady Beckett was not a difficult decision. Marian, or Ann as she preferred, understood that it was the correct political move for her, for her uncle, and perhaps even for a certain pirate whose name she neither knew nor cared to know. Their brief affair in Singapore had been quite enough. Yet that same pirate had left a faint, stubborn shadow on her heart, burdening Ann with a shameful fondness for pirates despite everything her position demanded of her. And who could have predicted Ann would one day seek out the sharp edge of Beckett's detached tone, drawn to the whispers and caresses meant only for her?

Amandyne Baratheon has waited her whole life to see the world beyond the walls of Storm's End. Newly nineteen and stubbornly alive with curiosity, she forces her way into the greatest tournament the realm has seen - feasts that last for days, knights who fight for glory, songs that linger long after the fires burn low. What she does not expect is to meet a man who carries the weight of a crown he does not yet wear. Prince Maekar Targaryen is duty-bound, battle-worn, and quietly unraveling beneath the expectations of his name. He has sons old enough to make him feel ancient. He has a family already splintering at the seams. He has no space in his life for softness - until a Stormlands girl with bright eyes and too much heart steps into his shadow and refuses to leave. Their worlds are not meant to touch. The Baratheons and the Targaryens keep their distance. The realm watches every misstep. Yet in the quiet spaces between banners and firelight, Amandyne becomes the one place Maekar does not have to be a prince - only a man afraid of failing his sons, his house, and his own heart. But tournaments end. Blood is spilled. Duty calls louder than desire. And some loves are born in moments the world does not allow to last. << The first time Amandyne Baratheon met him, she thought he was only a knight - quiet, broad-shouldered, standing alone beside a restless horse while the world celebrated behind them. He did not smile when she laughed. He did not look away when she caught him staring. And when she left, heart racing for reasons she did not yet understand, the man who was not supposed to want her watched the darkness swallow her whole. >> !!! All rights and characters (except for Amandyne Baratheon) belong to HBO max series "A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms" and George R. R. Martin's novella "The Hedge Knight" !!! Warnings: mature language!

❛ she knew what she wanted, she knew how she wanted it, and so she took it. not violently, but quietly, calmly. ❜ [AKOTSK] [LYONEL BARATHEON/OC]

They taught her to be a lady. Her father taught her to kill. At Ashford, a mystery knight emerges-brutal, relentless, unknown. Aerion Brightflame craves what he cannot name. A lady's defiance. A warrior's violence. Valarr Targaryen offers devotion to a woman hiding a blade behind her smile. When the truth bleeds through, the game changes. Some crowns are given. Some are taken. Hers will be earned in blood and steel.

Sometimes the calm doesn't fear the storm. It welcomes it. A dragon princess shaped by silence and duty. Bound to her twin by blood and flame, his shadow teaching her caution. A storm lord made of laughter, noise, and a heart that wears itself openly. Forever caught between the dull of a drink and the thrill of a fight. The clash of fire and thunder seemed doomed for tragedy. Yet somehow, it became akin to coming home. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Set in A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Based on the world and characters by George R.R. Martin

Princess Mariela Targaryen - daughter of King Daeron the Good, Princess of Dragonstone, wife to both Prince Baelor Breakspear and Prince Maekar - stands at the heart of House Targaryen's fragile unity. In 209 AC, she arrives at Ashford Meadow with her husbands and sons for a tourney meant to celebrate chivalry. Instead, it reveals fractures.

"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

When two dragons meet as one after years of separation Their hearts full of passion and desire despite the lingering questions of rights and wrongs - or - Princess Viserra, oldest daughter of Prince Maekar, has always been a free soul with a playful spirit who searched for freedom rather than commitment throughout her life. But when she turns 22 years of age after isolating herself at Summerhall for far too long, she is forced to revisit King's Landing for the Hand's Name-day Tourney | A Baelor Targaryen x Targaryen!OC FanFiction | | Pre-Season 1 - ?? |