Aegontargaryen Stories

"I shall carve a kingdom from these reefs, but I would forfeit it all for a single hour in the shadow of your wings." In the gilded cage of the Red Keep, you are the King's youngest daughter a Princess of House Targaryen, expected to be a silent jewel in your father's court. While your sister Rhaenyra is the Realm's Delight, you have always been the enigma, a girl of silver hair and quiet grace who hides a furnace of ambition behind a polite smile. But the "Quiet Princess" has a secret that would set the Seven Kingdoms ablaze. While your father, King Viserys, seeks to maintain a fragile peace, and your sister remains blind to the rising shadows in the palace, your heart has already crossed the Narrow Sea. Separated by war and the bitter schemes of the Hand, your only lifeline to the Rogue Prince is a trail of salt-stained parchment and secret ink. Through clandestine letters smuggled past Otto Hightower's spies, you and Daemon Targaryen weave a bond of fire and blood. To the world, he is the exiled prince carving a legacy out of the Stepstones. To you, he is the only soul who truly sees the dragon beneath your skin. As the Velaryon tide rises and the pressure for a new Queen mounts, the letters become more than just words they become a promise. Daemon is a man who would burn the world to watch it glow in your eyes, and you are the daughter who would betray a crown to stay by his side. The King wants peace. The Hand wants power. But the Rogue Prince only wants his anchor.

Roslynd Tyrell is a dreamer, she has dreamed of a gallant great prince all of her life. Someone brave and dutiful to love and cherish her. Daeron III Targaryen is a dreamer too, but his dreams are something much darker. Roslynd finds out that dreams do not come true, but for Daeron that could not be farther from the truth. It is a struggle for the two of them to find common ground as a married pair who cannot even share the same room. [DAERON III TARGARYEN X FEM!OC] [AKOTSK]

Prince Maekar Targaryen, a stern and dutiful fourth son of King Daeron II Targaryen, has always believed his life belongs to war, family, and duty-not love. Lady Maelora Velaryon, gentle, pious, and quietly strong, is everything he is not, yet she is the only person who can soften the iron in his heart. As they grow from childhood companions into something far deeper, the weight of their names, expectations, and destiny begins to threaten the fragile bond they have built. In a world of fire, power, and sacrifice, will their quiet love survive-or will duty tear them apart? Maekar Targaryen x OC!Velaryon All characters belong to George R.R. Martin except for my own characters in this story

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐀𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 nest . 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. "𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.." -𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜(✯◡✯) 𝒜ℯ𝑔ℴ𝓃 𝓍 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝒪𝒞

In which the true born daughter of Rhaenrya Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon is nothing but the debt Alicent Hightower intends to collect. Started//12/28/2022- Finished// 3/18/24 Highest Ranking: #1 AemondTargaryen #1 AegonTargaryen (More rankings but these two have been #1 for last two weeks)

"Intoxicate me now With your lovin' now I think I'm ready now I think I'm ready now Intoxicate me now With your lovin' now I think I'm ready now"

Artemis Targaryen is the eldest daughter of Damon Targaryen The only reason you could tell she was his was the single violet eye and the strand of silver hair in her brown hair She was only 2 weeks old her father killed her mother by crushing her with a horse and finishing her off with a rock Even though Daemon despise his first wife he loved his daughter with all of his heart

Elia Valemont and Aerion Targaryen have been best friends since childhood. But what happens when they both grow up and Aerion changes? Will he still consider her as his best friend? Will he eventually end up hating her? Or will they beat the odds and end up together?

They died as heroes. After defeating Lord Voldemort, Amora Potter and her twin brother Harry Potter expected peace. Instead, they were given something else. A second life. Reborn into the dangerous world of dragons, kings, and bloodlines, they awaken as the children of Queen Alicent Hightower-two heirs marked by the gods themselves. One, a prince destined for power. The other... something far more unsettling. With eyes of emerald and amethyst, Amora Targaryen is not like the others. She remembers. Not everything. Not yet. But enough to know this world is just as cruel as the last. As the court begins to fracture and whispers of prophecy and power spread, the twins become the center of something far greater than themselves. Faith. Fear. Fire. And war. Because in a kingdom where the gods have made their presence known- No one is safe. And this time? Amora will not lose everything again.

"She turned away from the blood that bound her, choosing instead the path of justice──fighting bravely not only for what was right, but also for the love that gave her strength" Aelira Targaryen is the youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Alicent. She has two cruel brothers and a completely doomed sister. Aelira is trying to save herself from a terrible fate. Fortunately, she has the support of Rhaenyra and her family. She and Jacaerys grow closer over the years. Jacaerys has always loved Aelira, but Aelira was blind to it. When the war between the Blacks and Greens breaks out, a wound threatens to open in Aelira's life, especially when she learns she must marry her twin brother to strengthen the throne.... I don't own anything from HOTD or anything else from ASOIAF! Only Aelira and this story!

House of the Dragon fanfic. Born in 119 AC, Vaelora Targaryen has never quite grown the way other children do. She counts stitches, listens to silences, and hears what others dismiss. But the realm is shifting. A king dies. A crown is claimed. Dragons stir. Caught between green and black, between prophecy and blood, Vaelora stands too near the fire. Some wars are fought with swords. Others are fought inside a child's mind.

A feral Dragonlady kidnaps a depressed Targaryen Prince :Also posted in Ao3 HTTYD x HOTD

desire :/dɪˈzaɪr/ A strong feeling of wanting something, or a wish, or craving. "And what is it that you desire?" "You." Aerion × fem

In the year 129 A.C., Sansa Stark, the First of Her Name and Sister of Lord Cregan Stark, is shipped off to King's Landing to wed Prince Aemond Targaryen. While not a cruel husband, Aemond is cold and distant, and Sansa's heart houses ice of its own. As familiarity ripens between the newlyweds, so does war. Amidst the chaos brought by the Dance of the Dragons, Sansa and Aemond must choose between honor and strength, duty and passion... at the price of the love they have nurtured.

"𝗢𝗵, 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝗱, 𝗩𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼. 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝗲." The Queen of High Honour, Betrayed by the husband she trusted. Divorced when no more children came, She finally wed the man she truly desired. 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝐴𝑈 𝐴𝑒𝑚𝑚𝑎 𝐴𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑛 𝑥 𝑂𝑐 𝑆1－？

═══════════════ 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓻. ═══════════════ ⟹house of the dragon fanfiction ⟹𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄，aemond targaryen x oc

Lyanna Bolton never expected to be chosen. When Prince Baelor Targaryen travels North seeking a Stark bride, it is not the carefully poised lady of Winterfell who captures his attention-but her blunt, unpolished lady-in-waiting. Thrust into a southern court that watches her with quiet suspicion, Lyanna must navigate politics, prejudice, and the weight of a name that was never meant to sit beside a crown. As years pass and a family is built from an unlikely match, Lyanna finds herself torn between the woman she was raised to be and the one she is becoming-caught between North and South, doubt and devotion, love and the fear of losing it. Because being chosen is one thing. Believing you deserve it is another.

꧁ᬊᬁ 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝. ━━━━⊱ ༒︎ ⊰━━━━ 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. ᬊ᭄꧂ All characters belong to George R.R Martin, besides my original character! Warnings: strong language, manipulation, alcohol, 18+ themes, violence, blood and death. You have been warned.

Aleia Targaryen is everything a princess should be-graceful, intelligent, and devoted to her family. But in a court ruled by cruelty and ambition, patience is tested, loyalty is questioned, and even the gentlest heart can burn. With her father's guidance and her own fierce sense of justice, Aleia must navigate a world that would see her fail, protect the innocent, and prove that strength and compassion can coexist... Even in the shadow of the dragon.

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.