Aeriontargaryen Stories

Lyanna Tyrell, princess of Highgarden, was raised in comfort and light, her childhood seemingly untouched by fear. Yet since she was very young, she has been haunted by the same nightmare: a dragon tearing her from her home. On her eighteenth birthday, that dream begins to take form. Her father tells her she has been betrothed to Aerion Targaryen of House Targaryen, grandson of the King of Westeros, a man feared throughout the realm as Aerion the Monstrous for his cruelty and vile acts. Lyanna begs not to leave Highgarden or be bound to a monster, but her father is unmoved. This marriage, he insists, is her duty. A Tyrell joined to House Targaryen will secure their house's future. As Lyanna is forced toward a fate she dreads, she must face a truth she has feared since childhood: her nightmares were never just dreams-they were a warning. If you have any suggestions or any questions and just want to leave feedback please leave a comment!

In a realm bound by duty, legacy, and the weight of crowns, some stories begin not with war or ambition-but with something far quieter. Before he was known as Baelor Breakspear, heir to the Iron Throne and the realm's most beloved prince, he was simply a boy with mismatched eyes, carrying the expectations of a kingdom he did not yet understand. Before she became a lady whispered of in courts and songs, Denyse Hightower was a dreamer-gentle, golden, and full of stories about knights, love, and the kind of devotion that could outlast time itself. Their first meeting was nothing more than a fleeting childhood moment within the vast halls of the Red Keep-a fall, a hand extended, laughter shared beneath the sun. But from that single, innocent beginning, something deeper took root. As the years pass, the world around them grows harsher. Loyalties are tested, wars threaten to rise, and the burdens of birthright begin to close in. Baelor is shaped into a prince the realm demands, while Denyse must navigate a life where love is often a luxury denied to women of noble blood. Yet through distance, duty, and the unyielding pull of fate, one question lingers- Can a love born in innocence survive in a world ruled by power? Or will it become just another story, lost to time like so many before it?

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

IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel in the slums of Flea Bottom leaves King's Landing on a turnip cart, in hopes to make more coin at Ashford Meadow. She crosses paths with a hedge knight whose never experienced the touch of a woman. Not only was he the tallest man she's ever seen-but the first to ever show her what love truly is. She also catches the attention of a Targaryen prince, becoming his object of desire-and subject to his cruel ways of pleasure. ( A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction ) ( Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Commoner OC x Aerion Targaryen )

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩-𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙝." The birth of Rhella Targaryen marked the only princess to the heir to the Iron Throne, Prince of Dragonstone, Baelor Targaryen. Along with Valarr, the young prince born minutes before her. Her hair was opposing of her twin brother, long silvery white locks that looked of shimmery moonlight against her pale complexion. Beneath lay a streak of dark brown much like her fathers. Baelor bathed in Rhella, his only daughter of mere 3 children. His love was sensible, kind, he would give the world for her at the bat of an eyelash. Something Aerion loathed. Aerion Targaryen x oc Slight Ser Duncan x oc

ೃ⁀➷ 𝙋𝙊𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 They say Prince Aerion Brightflame always revealed his anger through violence and raised voices, while Aelena Targaryen hid her cruelty behind grace and beauty. She wore innocence like a mask, a serpent beneath silk. Aerion saw the danger and loved her anyway. He let the snake bite, and once the venom spread, there was no escaping what had been written. He never would have believed that a clever woman with soft eyes would be his doom.

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.

A runaway princess. A humble hedge knight. She hides her name. He hides his doubts. But when fate takes them to Ashford, secrets blaze to the surface. One wears no crown. The other never asked for one. In a realm of dragons, will fire save them-or burn them both? (COMING SOON)

Dayna of House Hallward comes to the royal tourney expecting nothing more complicated than a few days of sport and spectacle. She loves the chaos of the lists, the color, the noise, and the freedom of being just another face in the crowd. Then she takes a wrong turn and walks straight into the tent of a certain prince. The prince, already on edge and waiting for a woman he paid for, assumes Dayna is the girl he ordered. His sharp welcome is met with an even sharper dismissal when Dayna tells the arrogant stranger exactly what she thinks of him. The encounter should have ended there. Instead, it sparks a rivalry that follows them back into the stands and into the center of the court's attention. As rumors spread and ambitions tighten around the tourney, Dayna finds herself unwillingly tangled with a prince who is as fascinated by her as she is irritated by his presence. What begins as a mistake becomes the start of a dangerous game, played out beneath the banners of a watching kingdom.

The blood of the wolf, though quiet, was loyal, courageous, and most importantly honourable. Lyarra Stark, however, had grown away from the protective walls of Winterfell. Residing with her mother's family in the warm confines of Ashford Hall left Lyarra feeling disconnected from her heritage; a wolf with no bite. When a tourney for her cousin's thirteenth nameday brings half the realm to her doorstep, Lyarra wants to run. Her anxious disposition leaves her feeling dread at the mere thought of thousands of strangers walking the halls of her home. Yet when green eyes meet the captivating blue and brown eyes of Valarr Targaryen, Lyarra feels her bite come back. When faced with the blood of the dragon, Lyarra cannot help but balance fire with ice.

In the world of Westeros, where hedge knights chase glory and the absence of dragons cast long shadows over fragile peace, one woman stands at the heart of it all. Elyana Viremore - the comet bride with fire in her blood - is everything the realm expects of a future queen... and far more than they deserve. Married to Baelor Targaryen, she moves through court with quiet power, her calm gaze missing nothing, her loyalty bound fiercely to her husband and their sons. But in a court where ambition festers and cruelty wears a princely smile, even patience has its limits. As tourneys unfold and old rivalries sharpen beneath silk and steel, Elyana must navigate whispered doubts, dangerous princes, and the constant fear that the people she loves most could be taken from her. Because in King's Landing, strength is tested in blood - and comets do not fall without consequence. Some women wait to be crowned. Others ascend.

crash down, fury red.

Malya Stark of Winterfell never meant to stay in the south. Sent to the Stormlands to strengthen northern alliances, she expected rain, dull feasts, and far too many southern courtesies. What she did not expect was Lyonel Baratheon-loud, stubborn, and just as impossible as the storms that batter his castle. As tourneys rise and rivalries spark across the Seven Kingdoms, whispers of ambition, honor, and rebellion swirl around the great lords of Westeros. And somewhere between thunder and wolf's blood, Malya finds herself swept into a love as fierce and untamed as the lands that shaped them both.

Fate made them, Fate will destroy them. Aerion Targaryen x Fem!oc

❛ 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]

☆Aerion Targaryen fanfic Red and Black were forged together. ~~~ Rising from the ashes of the first Blackfyre rebellion Visenya Blackfyre, daughter of Daemon Blackfyre, had gone to Tyrosh upon her father's death. The absence of her father had marked her, and even as a small child, she understood what her family's defeat meant for them. She would not be cast aside to her mother's land, though. The Targaryens may have won that battle, but the war was still raging underneath the scales of time. Every year, she grew stronger, hungrier for vengeance, and for claiming what her father once fought for. A factor she did not count for... the burining desire for a certain mad prince. This dance will be one for the Maesters of the Citadel to be writing about for deceades to come.

Prince Valarr Targaryen knows his time is running out. As the heir to the crown, he must choose a wife-not for love, but for duty. The realm needs a strong alliance, and the woman he marries must be sensible, gentle, and above all... suitable for the good of the crown. Meanwhile, Adrestia Stark has spent years avoiding any talk of marriage. She slips away from the gazes of young lords, cuts short conversations with her parents, and pretends the subject simply does not concern her. She refuses to become a pawn in the political games of noble houses. Fate, however, has other plans. For the nineteenth birthday of Lovetta Baratheon, nobles from all the great kingdoms gather at Storm's End. Several days of feasts, tournaments, and celebrations are meant not only as a grand festivity, but also as the perfect opportunity for powerful marriage alliances to be made. On the night before the celebrations begin, Adrestia sneaks into the castle library in search of quiet. There she meets a young squire. They talk for hours-openly, honestly, and without the masks of courtly politeness. For the first time, Adrestia can say everything she truly thinks about lords, marriage, and the world she lives in. The problem is that the truth comes out the very next day. The boy was not a squire. He was Valarr Targaryen, son of Prince Baelor and heir to the Iron Throne. And the girl who had avoided conversations about marriage more than anyone in Westeros may have just become the one person the prince truly wants to speak to again.

❝Following his humiliating defeat at the Tourney at Ashford Meadow and the subsequent Trial of Seven, Prince Aerion is exiled to the Free Cities by his father, Maekar. He arrives in Lys-bitter, stripped of his royal guards, and cut off from the limitless funds of the Iron Throne. In Westeros, Aerion was a monster protected by his name. In Lys, he is just another beggar with silver hair in a city full of them. And his fall will be from high when he meets Rhaesa Dolaeris.❞ 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂 POST SEASON 1 OF A KNIGHT TO THE SEVEN KINGDOMS, NO SPOILERS IF NOT CANON COMPLIANT TO MALE LEAD'S STORY.

"𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒? 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆." It's a blessing to be a living memory of those long gone. Dyanna Targaryen thought otherwise. She had been plagued by the shadows of the dead for as long as she had been alive. ─────── 𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙤𝙘 𝗮 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 full summary inside started: february 11 2026 completed: february 25 2026 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒

She was not the sort of Targaryen songs were written about. Born into a house of men and raised in the long shadow of fire, she learns early that her future is not hers to choose. When the path before her narrows, she makes her decision. She trades her name, her face, and her place to escape a fate she cannot endure.