Historias de Daerontargaryen

Years before the fall of the Iron Throne, the fire returns to a world that has grown cold. Maleynna Velaryon is a relic of an age of legends. Born to the "Queen Who Never Was" and the "Sea Snake," she was raised amidst the thunder of dragon wings and the sharp lessons of the most dangerous men in Westeros. But when a freak occurrence of ancient magic tears her from the height of the Dance of the Dragons, she is cast years forward into a realm that has forgotten the scent of dragonfire. [ VALARR TARGARYEN X OC! ] [ AERION TARGARYEN X OC! ]

TRUST ME, IM NOT FALLING She was the first of Alicent's children. The one who should have known better. Bounded by blood, haunted by family and in love with the two people she can never truly have, Princess Daena Targaryen learns that in the House of the Dragon, even love can change a war. aegon ii x fem oc x helaena HOTD 1-3 (TBD)

'𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆? 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆? [ 𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 ] [ 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 𝒙 𝒅𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 ]

❛ be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed. ❜ CAVALRYLADS ©️ 2026. fem! oc 𝒙 ser duncan. fem! oc 𝒙 aegon targaryen. all rights reserved. written in english. ── loosely follows main canon / based on A Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms. ( not edited ) the Good & Loyal Hounds series. book one / hunt the hare. book two / hares on the moutain. book three / the hartful hares.

Valaera and Daeron, both half Targaryen and half Hightower. Daeron to be remembered as daring and a dragon rider and the other erased from history and left alone again.

ᴇʟᴀᴇɴᴀ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀᴄaᴇʀʏs ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪᴘ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡɪɴ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ʟᴜᴄᴇʀʏs ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴡᴀʀ? Jacaerys Velaryon x fem oc 2024 House of the dragon ff

Daeron Targaryen had expected to spend a miserable week at a miserable inn about a day's walk from the miserable tourney at ashford he was trying to avoid. Then all of a sudden, a strange barmaid sullies those plans of his and he finds himself entirely at her disposal, like a man bewitched. Gods save him and Gods save the rest of the realm from the darkness the barmaid claims is about to take over them. Or In which, James Lindsey Baudelaire, or Jamie - as she preferred, is sent to Westeros after a particularly bad car accident. Now, with her knowledge of the show and the books, she has to try her best to save these strange people she's grown so incredibly fond of.

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?

daeron and daenys targaryen, the youngest children of king viserys and queen alicent, were sent to oldtown as children. ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ ᴅᴀᴇʀᴏɴ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ

After living in poverty for most of her life, Rosalind McDaniels accomplished her dreams of success when she became a doctor, she then continued to live her life until it was tragically cut short. When she awoke, she discover that she was reborn in A Song of Ice and Fire, years before the Dance of Dragons and was know as the never-before-existing daughter of King Viserys I Taragaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower, Princess Lilyanna Targaryen. Or The story of how a modern woman must work her hardest to save the House of the Dragon from itself and all others that mean to do it harm. ⚠️G!P⚠️ *Disclaimer* I DO NOT OWN ANY THING ASSOCIATED WITH A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R. MARTIN

There were some at court who said Princess Ceryse Targaryen had been born with the light of Oldtown in her veins. Perhaps it was because she had come from the Hightower itself, raised beneath smoke-gray skies and the watchful gaze of the Citadel, where knowledge carried as much power as swords. Or perhaps it was because she moved through the Red Keep with the quiet grace of a woman who understood far more than she ever allowed others to see. At thirty-five, Ceryse stood at the heart of the royal family as wife to Prince Baelor Breakspear, heir to the Iron Throne and beloved son of King Daeron. She had once arrived at court as a girl of fifteen in silks too grand for her slight frame, brought by ambitious kin who dreamed of placing a Hightower queen beside the Iron Throne. No one had expected the prince himself to fall in love with her. Least of all Ceryse. Yet love had come quietly, beginning not in ballrooms or tourneys, but in rainstorms and long conversations, in shared rides across kingswood trails and laughter before hearth fires. Even now, when sorrow had carved itself deep into them both, Baelor still looked at her as though she were the first beautiful thing he had ever seen. And Ceryse still loved him enough to fear losing him more than death itself. She was known as a clever woman, though never loud about it. Raised amongst maesters and septons, she understood politics as easily as breathing and possessed the rare ability to make herself underestimated when it suited her. But it was not ambition that ruled Ceryse. It was love. And as whispers of succession, prophecy, and unrest began to spread through the Seven Kingdoms, Ceryse could feel the fragile peace around her family beginning to crack. The Red Keep had destroyed stronger people than her. Still, when Princess Ceryse Hightower knelt to pray each night, she did so not for crowns or glory, but for one simple mercy. Let the people I love survive what is coming.

Everyone remembers the day Prince Baelor Targaryen named a young lady Queen of Love and Beauty. Few remember what came after. A marriage built on affection. A family held together by love. A prince who would give his wife the world if she asked for it. Yet beyond the walls of the Red Keep, the realm is changing. And no amount of love can stop what is coming.

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

SHED YOUR KNUCKLE VELVET, TORN ON MY TEETH A princess born into whispers, raised beneath expectations, and surrounded by dragons she never wished to claim. While her family fought for a throne, Lianna was left to survive the fire they started. Everyone remembers the princes who fought the Dance of the Dragons. No one remembers the princess who lived through it. Jacaerys velaryon x fem oc HOTD 1-3 (TBD)

Dark! Team Green/Targtower! Reader/Dark! Team Black Summary ✧ As the youngest daughter of King Viserys Targaryen I and Queen Alicent Hightower, you are kept locked away where only your mother can see you. That is, until the Dance of the Dragons begins.

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.

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.

Rhaenyra lo ha perdido todo. A su esposo, a su trono, a sus hijos. Tras el cruel asesinato de su ultimo hijo vivo a manos de sus súbditos, Rhaenyra escapa sin saber a dónde ir o qué hacer, las esperanzas resurgen una vez escucha que tras el asalto a Pozo Dragón Aegon ha desaparecido, bien pudiera estar muerto victima de un asedio sucedido en el palacio o nuevamente oculto como la rata que es, pero sabe que ya no queda trono que reclamar. El pueblo esta débil y se niega a permitir a cualquier Targaryen en el trono, en especial ahora que no tienen dragones, lo único que los acercaba a los dioses, en medio de su desolación termina en las ruinas de la Ladera, encontrándose a una dragona azul cuyas heridas han sanado y a un príncipe cuyo odio y deseo por ella siguen aumentando.

Naeressa Targaryen was born of dragon's blood. Pale hair. Soft violet eyes. A child who listens more than she speaks. The world around her shifts like embers in a dying hearth: kings, cousins, promises, and grief. All things burn in time. Yet Naeressa hears what others do not. The whisper of harp strings. The hush before a storm. The soft language of flame. Sometimes she looks into the fire. Sometimes the fire looks back. DAERON TARGARYEN X FEMALE!TARGARYEN!OC #16 in targaryen 4/19/26