Eggtargaryen Stories

In a realm still haunted by rebellion, a dragon princess learns that not all wars are fought with swords. Vaerra Targaryen laughs too loudly for court and loves too fiercely for politics. Bound to a storm-lord, devoted to her miracle child, she walks the thin line between fire and fury - daring anyone to test her family. But as old embers begin to glow beneath the surface of the Seven Kingdoms, even dragons who wish for peace may be forced to burn. And when the storm answers the flame, Westeros will remember their names.

"Are you a knight?" "Yes?" "You don't look knightly." 　 ҉ A simple tourney in Ashford went down in the History books. It changed three lives and the history of Westeros. The first trial of seven in a hundred years, and still so deadly. Three paths meet at the tourney. 　 ҉ Lyonel Baratheon x OC OC x OC

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

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.

She was never meant to love him. And yet, it had always been him. Princess Allyria Targaryen was wed to her twin, bound to a marriage forged in duty and fear, to a man whose temper burned hotter than dragonfire. But in the shadows of the Red Keep, she found something gentler. Something dangerous. Prince Valarr Targaryen-the heir's heir, the moon to her star-was always there. In whispered conversations, in stolen glances, in the quiet moments when Allyria needed someone kind. He held her hand when she gave birth. He loved her children when others would not. And slowly, irrevocably, what should have been comfort became something far more perilous. As rumors coil through the court and history threatens to repeat itself, a young Prince Aegon-Egg-stumbles upon a truth that will change everything. One secret. One choice. One moment that sends him running from the Red Keep... and straight into legend. This is a story of forbidden love, family loyalty, courtly intrigue, and the quiet tragedies that shape history long before the songs are sung. BOOK 1 in "The Dragon's Hoard" Series