Daerontargaryen 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?

'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 ]

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.

Roslynd Tyrell is a dreamer, she has dreamed of a gallant great prince all of her life. Someone brave and dutiful to love and cherish her. Daeron III Targaryen is a dreamer too, but his dreams are something much darker. Roslynd finds out that dreams do not come true, but for Daeron that could not be farther from the truth. It is a struggle for the two of them to find common ground as a married pair who cannot even share the same room. [DAERON III TARGARYEN X FEM!OC] [AKOTSK]

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.

desire :/dɪˈzaɪr/ A strong feeling of wanting something, or a wish, or craving. "And what is it that you desire?" "You." Aerion × fem

🔮🕊🔮🕊 Helaena Targaryen is the daughter of Maekar Targaryen and Dyanna Dayne, born in 193 AC. Like her ancestor Helaena Targaryen, sister-wife of Aegon the ll, Helaena is a dreamer, a dragon dreamer. Helaena older brother Daeron is a dreamer too. Helaena looks like her father with the hair and eyes but the face is all her mother, so when Dyanna Dayne sadly died giving birth, Helaena took on the role as mother. Helaena would take care of her younger siblings, Aemon, Daella, Aegon and Rhae, she would also take care of her older siblings too. Daeron her older brother sometimes thought Helaena was their mother, when he was drunk. Which is most of the time. Helaena didn't care tho, she only care that her family was taken care of. Helaena never let her family see her down or suffering, especially from her dreams. When Helaena was just a girl, 11 namedays she was married off to her older brother Daeron, she gave birth to a child, a little girl named Dyanna after their mother. Helaena and Daeron also had twin sons named Baelon and Aelyx, Daeron choosing the boys names. Helaena life ended somewhat like the first Helaena life ended but that ending is a while away.

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?

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

IN WHICH A TARGARYEN DAUGHTER ATTENDS ASHFORD MEADOW TOURNEY. ( 19.02.26 ) ( duncan the tall )

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)

IN WHICH BAELOR TARGARYEN'S SECOND WIFE ATTENDS ASHFORD MEADOW TOURNEY. ( 29.04.26 ) ( baelor targaryen )

Lyanna Bolton never expected to be chosen. When Prince Baelor Targaryen travels North seeking a Stark bride, it is not the carefully poised lady of Winterfell who captures his attention-but her blunt, unpolished lady-in-waiting. Thrust into a southern court that watches her with quiet suspicion, Lyanna must navigate politics, prejudice, and the weight of a name that was never meant to sit beside a crown. As years pass and a family is built from an unlikely match, Lyanna finds herself torn between the woman she was raised to be and the one she is becoming-caught between North and South, doubt and devotion, love and the fear of losing it. Because being chosen is one thing. Believing you deserve it is another.

Aegon did not want to be king. Unfortunately for him, his brothers and sisters did not care. In the summer of 108 AC, Alicent Hightower, Wife of King Viserys I, gave birth to twin girls. Their presence changes the songs of history in what will forever be known as "The Dance of Dragons" A story in which Aegon pulls his shit together; Aemond uses his one eye to stare a path into the future; Helaena and Daeron become badasses, and two girls change the tides of war. The maesters had said it was a bad omen when the two were born and given the names of conquerors. The maesters were right. But this time, the dragon will not have three heads. It has six. Lines are drawn. Alliances are made and broken. A dragon switches sides. "The dragons will dance. The realm will bleed. But it will not be our blood."

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

In a court that whispers and watches, Arianna Santagar does neither. She arrives from Dorne like heat made flesh-sun-warmed skin, sharp tongue, and a smile that promises trouble long before it delivers it. The court of Westeros calls her scandalous. Improper. Dangerous. She calls them boring. Married at seventeen to Aerion Targaryen-a prince feared for his temper and cruelty-Arianna does what no one else dares: she refuses to fear him. Where others bow, she stands. Where others flatter, she cuts. And where others expect obedience, she offers only defiance. It should have destroyed her. Instead, it binds him to her. Aerion, volatile and unpredictable, becomes something else entirely in her presence-devoted, desperate, undone. He craves her approval like air, thrives on her sharp words, and worships her with a fervor that borders on madness. The court sees a man tamed. They do not see the fire it takes to hold a dragon by the throat. Arianna rules no kingdom-but make no mistake, she reigns. In whispered scandals, in stolen glances, in the careful way courtiers measure their words when she enters a room. She is indulgence and discipline, cruelty and devotion, freedom wrapped in silk and gold. And woe to anyone who forgets that the prince who burns for her... burns for her alone. Because in this marriage of politics and flame, love is not gentle. It is control. It is hunger. It is ruin.

nothing makes sense to a man who does not sleep for fear of nightmares. nothing makes sense to a woman who has known nothing but safety and security.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 & 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒈 ☾⊹ ࣪ [ Akotsk x Valarr Targaryen/oc ] - 𝘖𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺, these are the words of the Black Stag of Baratheon. Though my eyes have been set only once on a stag - a white hart, glorious and ethereal standing tall in front of me. ❧♛❦♛❧ {Tales of golden lines written for the Young Stag have stormed through Westeros. The long untamed Lady Meera Baratheon, named by my grandmother, with courage known to men and patience known to women. Tales of lines of suitors for my hand, beauty and persistence - Lyonel Baratheon could not justify any of it as my father. Who would have known the light in my dark eyes threatening to rip my womanhood out with a knife against my thigh at the idea of Lord Baratheon, my grandfather, tangling me to marriage with an impotent suitor to his vows as lordship. The night storm passes and by day, Valarr Targaryen, the Young Prince, with his father, Prince Baelor, are seated by the hall of Storm's End. Only one question at the eerie silence -𝑾𝒉𝒚?}

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.

imagine being loved by me daeron targaryen x female oc