Baelortargaryen Stories

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?

❝ 𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑫𝑺 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑹, 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼.ᐣ ❞ ❝ 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑬. 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝒀 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺. ❞ In the halls of the Red Keep, it is said that some tragedies begin with a child's gesture. When the Purple Fever strikes the court of King Daeron II Targaryen, Princess Aelynor loses what she holds most dear: her mother. But grief does not come alone. It brings anger with it. Aelynor Targaryen is not like other princesses. She dreams not of crowns or political marriages. She dreams of steel, honour and chivalry 𝄖things that the world of men denies women. At court, princes grow up, alliances are forged and grudges fester. Prince Valarr Targaryen carries the hopes of a kingdom on his shoulders, while the shadows of the past and the ambitions of the great houses threaten the fragile peace of the reign. And while the songs speak of heroes, Aelynor discovers a crueller truth. In Westeros, becoming a legend always comes at a price, and all men must die. 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑰 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 '𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉' 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒓. 𝒓. 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏

Rosalie Tyrell lives in a world where everything has already been decided for her. Born the daughter of Leo Tyrell and named for the roses of her house, she was raised on one promise: that she would one day marry for love. But promises mean little in the game of crowns, and when the chance comes for House Tyrell to bind itself to the royal family, Rosalie is betrothed to Daeron Targaryen. Beautiful, sharp-tongued, and far from the obedient lady everyone expects her to be, Rosalie refuses to play the role quietly. She resents the court, despises the humiliation brought by Daeron's reckless habits, and refuses to pretend she is grateful for a life she never chose.

Love Story Of The Knight and The Princess 👑 Everyone loves an beautiful love story of the Princess and Her Knight. This the love story of Rhaenyra ii Targaryen and Ser Duncan The Tall " You're great men and knight too Ser Duncan " Rhaenyra to Dunk Cover made by @beepbeeprichies <3

The Butterfly Effect: a situation in which an action or person that does not seem important has a very large effect on future events. Or A situation in which Eveline Jane Watson falls head‑first into a fictional world and, by simply existing, manages to derail events that were supposed to remain fixed in time, dragging chaos, inconvenience, and several migraines into the life of Prince Maekar Targaryen, a man who prefers his world orderly, predictable, and entirely free of strange women who refuse to behave.

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 )

So mad at the gods because you're all I wanted. PRINCE BAELOR TARGARYEN / FEM!OC a knight of the seven kingdoms, s.1

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.

Seventeen, golden-haired and promised to a future king. Celia Lannister faces a destiny she never chose. She must learn to navigate court life, win the favor of her betrothed, Baelor Targaryen, and uphold the legacy of his late wife ... or risk being forever in her shadow.

Baelor Targaryen x oc fanfiction It is a true slow burn (I hope) so patience, patience, patience xo *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 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.

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?

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.

Viserra Velaryon is the youngest child of the Lord of Driftmark. She is free in what she does, yet she is more aware of loyalty, honour and duty than her older siblings. She is a beauty whose hand many lords seek, but there is one particular prince who has fallen head over heels in love with her. Baelor Targaryen, the king's eldest son, is an honourable and dutiful young man. He is every lady's dream, but his heart has been taken by storm. This is a story about the love between two people, because duty is not always the death of love. 🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉 Disclaimer: I do not own A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, Fire and Blood or A Song of Ice and Fire. All characters and credits for those go to George R.R. Martin. I only own my OC's and their storyline.

Perang dimenangkan oleh tim hitam. Tiga tahun setelah Rhaenyra memerintah dan dia dinobatkan sebagai pewaris takhta besi. Visenya tinggal di Dragonstone setelah ibunya menyatakan dengan resmi bahwa dia adalah pewaris takhta. Enam bulan kemudian dia menerima surat dari ibunya yang meminta kehadirannya di Kingslanding. Dia terbang bersama kedua naganya dan diikuti oleh naga Silverwing dan Dreamfyre saat badai menerjang nya dengan tiba-tiba, dia ingat naga nya Balerion dan Abraxes, Silverwing dan Dreamfyre yang panik lalu mereka semua terjatuh. Saat dia terbangun dia melihat wajah ibunya yang panik seolah-olah dia menyaksikannya bangkit dari kematian. ‎ ‎Rhaenyra ingat dirinya mati, dibakar oleh naga saudara tirinya sementara putranya Aegon terpaksa menyaksikan ibunya dibakar lalu dimakan oleh naga hidup-hidup. Dia ingat setahun yang lalu mengirim surat kepada satu-satunya putrinya yang berada di Dragonstone, memintanya untuk datang ke Kingslanding tapi putrinya tidak pernah datang. Orang-orang mengatakan dia hilang dalam badai bersama kedua naga nya dan dua naga yang tak ber penunggang saat melakukan perjalanan menuju Kingslanding tapi tidak pernah ada mayat yang ditemukan, naga-naga itu juga tidak. Mungkin pada akhirnya setelah semua ini dia akan bertemu dengan nya lagi, putrinya Visenya yang cantik dan pemberani, putra-putranya yang lain yang mati membela klaim ibunya, setidaknya dia akan bertemu mereka lagi sekarang. ‎ ‎Dia terbangun menatap langit biru, tanpa rasa sakit seperti yang dia kira, tapi dimana dia sekarang? Terbaring di rerumputan yang luas, saat menoleh dia melihat putrinya yang hilang dan naga nya terbaring tak sadarkan diri. ‎ ‎Atau; kisah di mana Rhaenyra dan putrinya Visenya berakhir tujuh puluh tahun di masa depan dan memastikan keluarganya berkembang. ‎

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

Aemma Blackfyre was born in a golden cradle. She was no princess, not in name, but she was the daughter of Daena the Defiant and Aegon IV Targaryen, granddaughter to kings on both sides, and marked from birth by silver-gold hair and deep purple eyes that left no doubt as to her blood. A bastard she might have been - a Waters of the Crownlands - but she was every inch a dragon. And yet she was nothing like the dragons who sired her. She was delightful. Gentle. Kind in a way that seemed almost out of place in the court that shaped her. Many whispered of it. Neither her father nor her fierce, defiant mother had ever been called gentle. Aegon had been grand and gluttonous, charming and cruel in equal measure. Daena had been proud, willful, and unbowed. In temperament Aemma resembled not her parents, but the late Queen Naerys Targaryen - beautiful, tender-hearted, and possessed of a fragile strength that did not need to shout. That resemblance had once made Daena sad. Aemma never understood why. Then came rebellion. Her full-blooded brother Daemon Blackfyre rose against the Iron Throne, urged on by pride and by Aegor's whispering counsel. The realm divided. Blood called to blood. Aemma was forced to choose. Daemon - her full blooded brother and Aegor her brother-husband. Or Daeron - the man who had read to her at night, who had loved her not as a sister, but as daughter. For Aemma, the choice was never truly difficult. What is a sibling's pride beside a father's kindness? What is ambition beside love? She stood with the Red Dragon. She chose Daeron II Targaryen and the realm. If there was defiance in her - true defiance - it was there. In standing against her full-blooded brother. In turning from her husband's cause. In placing loyalty and gratitude above blood and expectation. The histories may call her bastard, sister, wife. But those who knew her best would have called her something else. Daughter of the Red Dragon.

❦ Oh, cruel fate ❦ la douleur exquise; (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable Maekar Targaryen x oc

Prince Daeron Targaryen dreams of fire, ash, and dead dragons, save for one recurring vision of a dark-haired woman laughing in the sun. It is his only peace. Eira Stark dreams of winter, pine, and a rusted, weeping beast drowning in sour wine. It is her only warning. When the Warden of the North secretly barters his fiercely independent eldest daughter to the Iron Throne to secure an alliance, Eira is forced South to marry a drunken prince she has never met. Dreading his betrothal, Daeron hides in the taverns of King's Landing. But the wolves of Winterfell are not meek, and they do not wait. When Eira tracks her elusive betrothed to a squalid inn to deliver a freezing, humiliating wake-up call, Daeron realizes the angry, mud-stained woman standing before him is the savior from his dreams. He just has to prove to her that he is more than a drowning dragon.

The Tourney of Ashfall seems to be something that Elayna Targaryen was dragged into by his sweet little brother Aegon and twin Daeron. secretly wanting something exciting in her life, she reluctantly follows her brothers in an inn where little Egg met a hedge knight who was more than meets the eye OR WHERE PRINCE MAEKAR TARGARYEN'S ELDEST DAUGHTER AND YOUNGEST SON FIND INTEREST IN A 'LOWLY" HEDGE KNIGHT, SER DUNCAN THE TALL A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS SEASON ONE SLIGHTLY NON CANON (BAELOR TARGARYEN LIVES)