Sorella Divaan - the second and youngest daughter of Keir - was born for one reason: to fulfill an alliance. She's used to being quiet and invisible, lest she incur the wrath of her father. And at seventeen years old she is sold off in an arranged marriage to the heir to the Autumn Court, Eris Vanserra. She's heard grim tales about her new husband, but as she gets to know the male behind the mask, Sorella discovers that sometimes the things you didn't choose are the things you come to treasure the most. _____ "Worried about me, sunshine?" he smirked, and the arrogance of it was so at odds with his tender touches. "Yes." I didn't deny it. I said exactly what I thought. "Yes, Eris Vanserra. I worry about you when you're not right here with me, and I'll sure as hell worry about you when you go off to literal war." All arrogance fell away and in its place was an affection I never expected to see when I first married this male out of threats and obligation. He swallowed. "Damnit, Sorella. How is it you made me care so much about someone other than myself?" "I didn't. You have always cared about everyone so damn much and hide it behind indifference and cruelty and sly schemes so others won't know how big your heart truly is." Eris reached up and cradled the back of my head with his hand, then brought his forehead to mine. "You have me all figured out, don't you?" I sucked in a breath. Our mouths were so close. Too close and not close enough. "Like you said, I'm very observant," I said hoarsely. My voice had never sounded like that before, but Eris had this way of making me be bold, different, and more...myself. Deep in my chest, somewhere in my very soul, that little flame kicked to life and flared hotter with each too-fast beat of my heart. Eris's pupils expanded, the black almost completely swallowing the burning amber.

"I love you," he finally said. "In what way?" She asked. "You know what way." House Targaryen ruled the skies, their dragons soaring above the lands of Westeros, embodying the power and legacy of Old Valyria. As the blood of the dragon, the Targaryens were bound by fire and by blood, their history marked by triumph and tragedy. Their Valyrian bloodline remained pure through generations of marrying within their own house, ensuring the strength of their line and the potency of their dragons. From the Iron Throne, they governed the Seven Kingdoms with wisdom, their rule defined by a deep and unyielding connection to the fire that burned within them. House Velaryon, rulers of the seas, were ever loyal to House Targaryen, their fates as inseparable as the tides. Their wealth, power, and prestige were born from their naval dominance, securing their place as allies and kin to the dragonlords of House Targaryen. The Velaryons were steadfast in their loyalty, their bond with House Targaryen as much about shared heritage as it was about respect for the sea and the power it held. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, son of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, was more than just the heir to the Iron Throne, he was a warrior, a leader, and a prince truly deserving of the crown. With the blood of Old Valyria running through his veins, he carried Fire and Salt. A skilled swordsman, he trained relentlessly, his strikes as precise as they were powerful. But beyond his prowess in battle, Jacaerys was a just and compassionate leader, one who listened to his people and understood the weight of his duty. He was not just a ruler who would sit idly on a throne, he was a prince who would fight for his family and realm, who would bleed and die in honor. Many whispered that he would be the greatest king the Seven Kingdoms had ever known. Jacaerys Velaryon x Daenera Velaryon (female oc)

"He's stalwart. Clever. As adept with his lute as he is with his sword. And a feature in the fancies of many a young lady I'd wager." Having affections for a prince was not uncommon for a high born lady of her standing. But he was her enemy, her mind scolded her. There were dozens upon dozens of reasons why it was a bad idea for her to be sneaking out to see him. And yet she could not help herself. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. And. . . she knew she would get burned. Knew she could get killed. But whenever his lips touched hers she found herself not caring about any of that. She just knew she didn't want him to stop.

Aelyeska Targaryen was born gentle. Yet, how shall she fare with a heart full of love in a time as cruel as the Dance of Dragons? Will she let her love for Aemond One-Eye cloud her mind, or will she be stronger than her heart? "Marriage binds people by duty. For it is the only time duty and love can stand in the same phrase, without being contradictory." [Aemond Targaryen x Fem OC] !! This fanfiction contains mature and possibly triggering topics such as : graphic, explicit, and violent descriptions of sexual scenes, death, and gore. mentions of self-harm, suicidal thoughts, and vomit. major character deaths !! --------- Highest rankings : #2 in aegontargaryen (17/01/25) #1 in targaryen (11/03/25) #1 in asongoficeandfire (12/04/25) #1 in rhaenyratargaryen (30/07/25) #1 in westeros (24/09/25) #1 in aemondtargaryen (4/12/25)

In that moment, he was willing, more than willing, to submit to her in every possible way. He was her humbled devotee willing to do anything to please her, to satisfy her. He would crawl to her, kneel before her, follow her word as if they were gospel. He would not just worship, he would serve at her every beck and call, devoted to her as the Septons to the Seven.

This is the story of Princess Eiraella Targaryen, a princess of the blood born into the glory and danger of House Targaryen. She is the daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and his beloved queen, Aemma Arryn, and the twin sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. While her sister is destined to rule and claim dragons as her birthright, Eiraella walks a different path. In a dynasty defined by fire and blood, she remains dragonless-an unusual fate for a Targaryen princess. Yet what she lacks in flame, she makes up for in intellect, resolve, and quiet strength. Set within the splendor and intrigue of the royal court, her story unfolds in the shadow of the Iron Throne. As the youngest member of the Small Council, Eiraella must navigate the dangerous politics of the Red Keep, where loyalty is fragile and ambition burns hotter than dragonfire. Surrounded by powerful lords, shifting alliances, and the ever-present weight of her family's legacy, she must prove that power does not come only from dragons-but from wisdom, courage, and an unyielding will. This is the tale of a princess without a dragon, striving to find her place in the House of the Dragon. 🔥🐉🔥 So far only Princess Eiraella is my own creation; all other characters and much of the world remain as portrayed in House of the Dragon. The story follows the main plot of the series, though certain events and details have been reimagined to weave her journey seamlessly into the unfolding drama. As this is my first fanfiction-and English is not my first language-there may be mistakes along the way. Still, this story is written with passion and admiration for the world of fire and blood, and I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed creating it. 🔥🐉🔥 A tale of fire and blood set upon parchment, where dragons stir and wolves remember... 🥚Story journey: started 07.02.2025 / ended 10.06.2026🔥

In a realm torn by duty and honor, Gwayne Hightower and Maelena Targaryen find themselves unwillingly united. Bound by obligations and the weight of responsibility, they have no room for desire or personal longing. And yet, as time passes and their hearts begin to understand one another, they yearn not for good grace or power, but for each other. ──── ✥ ✥ ✥ ──── ( OC x Gwayne Hightower )

One night is all it took for Rhea Royce and Daemon to conceive Daena. And one other night for Rhea to happily hand Daena to Daemon. Now fifteen years later and Daena is the spitting image of her father, so how will she react when the King wishes to marry her even if a certain Hightower boy caught her attention. Gawyne Hightower × fem! oc All rights go to HBO, I do not own the characters of this book only Daena and her storyline

arcane /ɑːˈkeɪn/ adjective understood by few; mysterious or secret. the halls of hogwarts were filled with hushed whispers. one would assume they were whispers of the looming wizarding war but no. cassiopeia black was an arcane figure who spoke to few and cared for even less. she had a plan and her mind was set. a certain persistant and bespectacled boy however, was not what she expected. or in which, cassiopeia black is a mystery that nobody can figure out and a naturally curious james potter makes it his mission to unravel her. but with their families on opposite sides of the wizarding war, it was never going to be simple now, was it?

"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔. "𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒋𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝑫𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔." 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬. fem!oc x dunk