Baelortargaryen storie

Set in the years before the events of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, this story follows Rhaella Targaryen, a quiet and distant daughter of Maekar Targaryen, whose fragile mind bears the same affliction that once plagued his brother. Kept close and hidden from a world she does not fully understand, her condition is managed, contained-and never spoken of. But in trying to protect her from the fate that claimed his kin, Maekar's careful watch begins to take a darker shape. As silence grows heavier than any outburst, the line between duty and devotion blurs, binding father and daughter together in a way that is as fragile as it is inescapable. In a house where blood remembers, some inheritances cannot be outrun. (This fanfic will loosely follow the original timeline/plot of the franchise, however not everything will be true to the story and i will change a few things)

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.

All the sudden she was all he dreamed off, never a night but always a dream. Will Daeron Targaryen finally pull himself away from his own demons and accept love or lose himself?

Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen died drinking wildfire, believing it was the only way he could become the dragon he was destined to be and finally shed the fleshy body that held his stolen divinity. Great was his shock when he opened his eyes again, his throat still burning and the sensation of fire consuming his organs, in the arms of the woman who had heard so many stories: Rhaenyra Targaryen. "My little Aerion," she had called him. And Aerion understood that this was a second chance granted by the Gods. If he eliminated the rot that had tried to seize the Throne, perhaps the dragons would be saved, and he would finally achieve the glory he so longed for. For that, he had to choose a side, a simple task for him. "I'd rather drown in the bathtub than be in the same place as that whore Hightower," he had said, disgusted and filled with raw, unadulterated hatred. Thus, Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen's loyalty had been decided. Aerion would swear fealty to Rhaenyra. Or rather, to Jacaerys Velaryon. But who would have thought that a mere weak Heir could have control over a monster like Aerion? HOTD x AKOTSK

After her mother's death, Elaena Hightower is drawn into a political marriage with the heir to the Iron Throne. Duty is demanded, and love uncertain. Or perhaps, inevitable?

In the shadow of duty, Maria Tyrell and Prince Baelor Targaryen find in one another the one thing neither was meant to have: freedom. Between courtly duty, family expectation, and the aching need to be truly seen, their bond becomes both their greatest comfort and their deepest wound. For as the time goes by and the structure of the world is weighing upon them, the love they share has to face the ugly truth - it might have to die eventually just where it was born -under the shadow of duty. *Story begins roughly around 199 AC (10 years before the Ashford tourney) *The story is loosly based on G.R.R Martin's characters and world as well as AKOTSK series. If you're looking for accuracy with the source material etc. I'm afraid you won't find it unfortunatelly. Still, I hope you enjoy xo

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?

Deria Martell, Maekar and Baelor's cousin, was a striking figure of her age. Her beauty drew many admirers, and more than one noble lord sought the hand of King Daeron's II niece. Yet he loved his foster daughter dearly and never sought to impose his will upon her. The girl's heart, as was oft whispered at court, belonged to but one of the four brothers-the coldest, harshest, and most withdrawn among them. The story of her relationship with Prince Maekar was a tangled and thorny one, and in time gave rise to countless tales, half-truths, and legends.

Prince Aurion Targaryen is known across the Seven Kingdoms as the Reaper - a silent war hero who wields a warhammer, executes Blackfyres with his own hands, and walks through battle like death itself. Unfortunately for him, he must also deal with: a rage-filled teenage heir, a deeply melodramatic four-year-old convinced he is burdened by destiny, and Maekar Targaryen refusing to shut up. Fearsome on the battlefield. Exhausting at home.

modern!aerion targaryen x fem!oc x modern!valarrtargaryen

IN WHICH MAEKAR TARGARYEN MARRIES DAEMON BLACKFYRE'S BETROTHED. ( 21.05.26 ) ( maekar targaryen )

Pretty ones are crazy. A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms.

IN WHICH BAELOR TARGARYEN IS REUNITED WITH AN OLD FRIEND. ( 31.03.26 ) ( baelor targaryen )

"You don't own me, Aerion. You're too mad to even see straight." "I own every dragon I desire, bastard or not." ⋆༺𓆩𐂂𓆪༻⋆ Princess Aelynn Targaryen was born a Stormdragon bastard, but fate and her cunning uncle Lyonel, would see her legitimized as a true Targaryen princess. Raised in the shadow of kings and dragons away in Storms end, she is betrothed to a careless, drunken prince she barely knows... only to find her heart drawn to his dangerous, mad younger brother. In a court where love is a weapon and loyalty a gamble, Aelynn must navigate fire, fury, and forbidden desire. ⋆༺𓆩𐂂𓆪༻⋆ Aerion Targaryen x OC Slight Daeron Targaryon x OC

In another life, perhaps Lady Elya Wylde would have become the wife of Lyonel Baratheon. Instead, she became Lady Stokeworth. Years after their secret courtship ended, Elya arrives at the Ashford tourney trapped in a bitter marriage to a cruel husband, with only her sworn sword for company and far too much anger left in her heart. Lyonel Baratheon arrives unmarried, half-legend already, and still carrying the memory of a woman who never truly stopped belonging to him. Old wounds reopen quickly. So do old habits. And some loves, unfortunately, survive everything.

Princess Elaena Targaryen has always been too gentle for court - too kind, too soft, too willing to love even those beneath her station. When her brother's cruelty pushes her and young Aegon to flee, she trades silk for dust and crowns for anonymity, calling herself Ella among the smallfolk. On the road, she meets a hedge knight with a gentle heart and towering height, and for the first time, Elaena learns what it means to be seen not as a princess - but as a girl. But secrets are fragile things, and dragons are not meant to remain hidden forever.

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

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

Aryelle Stark, was fierce, stubborn, and mostly Independent until she laid eyes on The Dragon, Aerion Targaryen. He was everything she despised, rude, heartless, and most of all, mad. What happens when he gets satisfaction from making her life hell? Will she accept defeat? Or fight until it is her last day? Character oc / Aerion Targaryen

To the realm, she was many things. A woman of noble blood. Granddaughter of the King. Third child, and only daughter of the heir to the Iron Throne. But to Dunk, she would never be that. Never. To him, she would always be the girl he met by chance at the inn. The girl who never failed to surprise him at every turn. Who would plant her feet in the dirt and the muck beside him, even if she would have been far better served by running away. To the realm, she may be the Princess Vaelorra Targaryen. But to him she would only ever be the woman he had come to love.