Истории Baelor

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.

In a different fate of Westeros, one dream changes everything. Daenys Targaryen was given a gift from the ancient Valyrian gods-the power to see the future. Through her visions she learns of the doom that would destroy House Targaryen and the darkness that will one day rise beyond the Wall. Refusing to let her family fall, Daenys alters the destiny of House Targaryen. Dragons return to the skies. The Targaryens learn that dragons are not symbols of power, but a sacred responsibility. The house grows stronger, and knowledge of the ancient enemy is preserved for generations. Centuries later, when the Long Night returns and the Night King marches upon the world, the Prince of Prophecy is ready. Born of Targaryen fire and Stark blood, he carries the weapons foretold-dragonglass, Valyrian steel, and dragonfire. And because of Daenys Targaryen's dream, the world will not fall into darkness. This is the story of the woman who saved House Targaryen... and the prophecy that saved the world.

In a world of dust and iron, the heart is the most dangerous gamble of all. For three years, Duncan and Myra Pennytree have bled, sweated, and fought to keep their family's legacy alive after their father's passing. But the grit of ranch life isn't enough to keep the wolves or the creditors at bay. Out of options and desperate for muscle, they turn to the last people they should trust the Targaryen brothers. Legendary, volatile, and dangerously charming, the Targaryens don't just bring help they bring chaos. Myra knows the rules keep her head up and keep the ranch running. But as the heat of the summer rises, so does the tension. When Myra finds herself falling for the most unpredictable brother of the trio, the professional line she's drawn in the dirt begins to blur.

Daenerys Targaryen died a queen. She wakes in the age of Dunk and Egg, when the Targaryens still sit the Iron Throne and dragons are long gone. Armed with the knowledge of the future, Daenerys plans to make sure history never repeats itself. Aerion x Daenerys x Valarr

Lady Willa of House Baratheon was raised in Storm's End, surrounded by gentleness and light. Her life has always been about seeking trouble with her two brothers, putting their poor father's heart to the test. But when her dear father, Lord Roderic Baratheon, announces that she is to marry the brute all Westeros knows as Aerion Targaryen, her whole world crumbles to pieces. She has never met him and yet, she despises him so much it makes her blood boil. The rumours she has heard about him are enough : the silver-haired prince is vile, cruel and decadence given flesh. As Willa is forced on a path she refuses to follow, she meets Valarr Targaryen, Aerion's charming and totally unlike him cousin. He is like honey, golden beams of light and late summer mornings. Everything her betrothed isn't. Together they play a dangerous game, engage in a deadly waltz. And soon enough, Willa finds herself trapped in a lethal dance between the two princes. And her heart might very well be on the line...

Vaella Targaryen knew her fate. She was to be betrothed to her cousin, Valarr Targaryen. King Daeron II's reign was one of peace and prosperity. The Targaryens had defeated Blackfyres in the Battle of Redgrass Field. Her twin siblings, Aelor and Aelora, had married. Now it was Vaella's turn to be married. Vaella was strong-willed and stubborn. Valarr was every girl's dream: gentle, kind, and wise. Valarr was trapped in a life of expectations. He wasn't keen on marrying Vaella. He and Vaella had to put their differences aside and make their marriage work for themselves and the realm. Until Valarr made an a decision. He needed an heir from Vaella. The realm are looking for weakness. He asked Shiera Seaster for a love potion. Valarr used it on Vaella. Their feelings has changed for better or for worse. (COMING SOON)

It is the year 209AC. Over fifty years since the last dragon was seen. The beasts now more legend than fact. Yet the Targaryen's still ruled. Those who had once considered themselves closer to gods, than men, still sitting on the Iron Throne. But then there came the Tourney as Ashford Meadow; it bringing together the great and sometimes not so good. A hedge knight called Dunk, and a boy calling himself Egg, finding one another; the pair destined to change the course of history. So, come and follow tales of the two, along with others that also find themselves at Ashford Meadow.

Baelor, uma cidade misteriosa e peculiar localizada no canto da Terra, a origem é desconhecida, e Arnold, um novo morador, pretende descobrir o segredo por trás disto.

Durante el torneo de Vado Ceniza del año 209 despues de la conquista un caballero misterioso conocido como "El Caballero de Rostro Sangrante" impresiona en el torneo. Mientras la hija de Maekar Targaryen, Elaena Targaryen y su amiga Aemma Baratheon, hermana de Lyonel Baratheon. Se escabullen de sus responsabilidades cada que pueden.

The morning after his return from the stormlands after the defeat and exile of house Blackfyre, and he desperately wants to stay in his bed.

A kingdom divided. A love forbidden. A choice that will bleed the realm. In the shadows of the Iron Throne, the line between loyalty and betrayal is razor-thin. As the dragons of House Targaryen prepare to tear the realm apart, three souls find themselves caught in a dangerous web of duty, desire, and deadly ambition. With tensions rising and blades drawn in the dark, passion becomes as lethal as the Valyrian steel meant to protect the crown. When the ashes settle and the dance of dragons begins, history will judge their choices but you can't blame them for doing whatever it takes to survive.

Three legitimate heirs. Zero room for doubt. When Rhaenyra Targaryen marries Baelor, she secures the throne with three pureborn children: Valarr, Matarys, and Aelora. It should be an easy victory. But Queen Alicent Hightower is nothing if not adaptable. Without the whisper of bastardry to weaponize, how will the Green Queen poison the Realm against the rightful heir? Find out if a single altered vow can truly avert the Dance of the Dragons or if some dynasties are simply born to burn.

How does a plain, insignificant girl come to marry the Heir to the Iron Throne? Many will say it was a match fated by the Gods, but the Gods play by their own rules... Kaestyra Velaryon, a girl of no notable birth, was set to marry a man she had never met: a betrothal organised by her despotic uncle. Baelor 'Breakspear' Targaryen, Prince of the Realm, must too seek a political alliance. However, one chance encounter brings about a storm of jealousy; rebellion and obsession, forever changing the history of Westeros.

A Targaryen bastard is born in the slums of Kings Landing. This bastard is not like any others, she is born with wings. Gael is sold to an underground menagerie once born, there she is paraded around as a spectacle with eyes always watching her unusual features. Her life changes when a certain arrogant Targaryen prince watches a show at the menagerie. Aerion x fem oc

She was a peculiar thing, many agreed. Wolfs blood they called it-though only her Lady Mother was a Stark. Born with summer snows, the blood of the first men, and a stubbornness only her husband seemed to tolerate. But if you knew Baelor well, you would also know, he loved the stubborn, headstrong mind his wife acquired. But - there were those who said she was everything Baelor Breakspear could never afford to be. Maybe that was why he was so taken with her? as she was with him? or maybe they found understanding, the ability to be unburdened by the watchful eyes of those at court and find comfort in someone who accepted them for them, no formalities, false smiles or performances. Crossposted on Ao3 under @ finnickodair65 Baelor Targaryen x F!oc Pre- tourney at Ashford Meadow All characters and plots not original to me belong to George R.R Martin

A collection of stolen moments, late-night thoughts, and everything in between. Here, you'll find a mix of wholesome, heartwarming snippets and unfiltered 18+ encounters. Consider this the designated home for all the fleeting ideas that refuse to leave my head offered to you in bite-sized pieces. Dive in, find your favorites, and enjoy the ride.

"She lies upon the feild, lodged inside what seems to be a large crater of mud. from what she can tell, it has seeping through her nightgown for quite some time now. How did she end up here?-She wondered, while scanning the sky and the surroundings around her. it was night, or possibly morning, she couldn't tell. All she knows now, is she is cold, scared, and in a place she never seen before. she looks across the vast open land, momentarily taking her eyes off the damage the puddle has left her with, and notices a city in the far distance. She couldn't determine how large the city was because of how far it seemed to be, but she could certainly make out tall walls encircling the land mass. It was like one moment she was with her mother, at the farm her step father owns, and the next she had been sent to meet a strange man and she cannot fathom any recollection of the quick interaction they had. if quick at all. her body aches, and it seems she had almost been stripped bare. How ever could her mother and step father allow this? surely they would notice me missing and try send for me, or heaven forbid, in this situation, alert someone of power and tell their daughter is no where to be found. What if those of high power were the ones who had done this to her? she had heard around their small farming village, rumors of her being illegitimate, but she chose to never belive them. her mother had always told her she and her father, before he passed, were married. Maybe they just didn't like the fact her step father wasn't her own. her thoughts were cut short when a loud, deep screech echoed through the valley she was orphaned upon. Quickly gathering herself and standing up, she sought out for a form of cover to prepare for what was to come. Shough she was young, she knows the sound of a dragon when she hears one. And she certainly does not want to be on the receiving end of what's shes been told to be a demon and their rider."

Aerion targaryen x Liora Lanniester ~Gold Within the House of Ash~ Liora of House Lannister was no soft-hearted lady, nor some trembling maid waiting for a prince to wed her. She was a daughter of the Grey Lion. Beneath her heavy crimson velvets, she was bound in a corset of raw gold that bit into her ribs like a man's head upon a spike. From the staggering heights of the Casterlys' everlasting seat, she watched the sunset fade down into the sea's depths and cast stones into the abyss. The Rock was a mountain of stubborn stone that no dragon could melt, and none had. Yet there was Aerion, the prince she was bound to wed; a man the realm called cruel, and many named a monster. She saw his piercing eyes bore into her very soul and he smiled-not for any joy, but for the sake of the eternal confinement he would surely disrupt. He had found her dishevelled, buried deep within her chambers with crimson laced into her hair like jewels. His lips curled into a smirk, a thing that for once reached his eyes in dark amusement; in that moment, he saw in her the same corruption he carried in his own blood.

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔰 𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔭 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔦𝔫. In the shadow of the Red Keep, beneath banners stitched with three-headed dragons, two children are born beneath the same cry. He is fire. She is ash and air. Prince Aerion Targaryen grows sharp-edged and brilliant, a creature of pride and fury. The court whispers early that there is something wrong in him - something too bright, too cruel, too hungry. They call him monstrous long before he earns the name. Princess Aerea is his twin - soft-voiced, silver-eyed, and deceptively fragile. The smallfolk call her little dove. They mistake her gentleness for weakness. They do not see how closely doves and dragons share the sky. Bound by blood, sharpened by grief, and haunted by a mother lost too soon, Aerion and Aerea grow into something dangerous - not merely siblings, not merely husband and wife, but two halves of a single, volatile flame. He burns for power. She burns for him. In a court ruled by duty and watched by gods who delight in cruelty, love becomes obsession, grief becomes madness, and devotion turns feral. The realm will remember Aerion as Brightflame. It will whisper that he was mad. But madness is rarely born alone. And when fire consumes everything it touches... It does not ask who it destroys.

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