Jacearys Stories

When the House of the Dragon turns upon itself, splitting the realm in half, a political marriage is made to secure a wife for the heir to the throne. Valena is a daughter of the storm, Jacaerys is the blood of the dragon, a prince destined to conquer the skies. But as the war path of the Kingmaker marches closer and the sea turns to ash, their forced alliance becomes a desperate, intimate sanctuary. In a world where queens make impossible choices and dragons turn men to ash, neither expected their loyalty to turn into something far more dangerous than war. All rights belong to George R.R. Martin. The only additions are my own original characters (OCs).

"If I am to burn, let it be in the shadow of your mouth, beneath the aching lunar pull of your touch. I will love you, where i'm not supposed to go." -Leticia Lillestrom Aelora Targaryen, twin to Aerion, was born of Daemon Targaryen-the Rogue Prince, as the realm so often whispered. From the moment they entered the world, the twins were marked by loss. Their mother died soon after childbirth, and Daemon vanished like smoke, leaving his children behind. Abandoned and vulnerable, they were delivered to King's Landing and placed in the care of their uncle, King Viserys. A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing, Viserys would murmur to himself, and so the twins were raised beside his own children, never truly alone, yet never wholly at home. The distance between Aelora and Aegon was never great-at least not in his mind. Wherever she went, he followed, even when she sought solitude. Despite Aerion's sharp protests and Aelora's quiet insistence on independence, Aegon lingered at her side, a constant presence she could neither escape nor entirely resent. Aelora cared little for courtly games or whispered schemes. Politics bored her; ambition frightened her. But fate is rarely kind to those who wish to stand apart. When she is betrothed to the man she loves-only to watch him seize the Iron Throne from his elder sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen-Aelora is forced into the heart of a conflict she never wanted. And in a world where love and loyalty collide with fire and blood, she must decide what she is willing to sacrifice.

Saera Targaryen the rebel daughter of King jaehaerys married the second son of house martell prince daaros martell .The children born from this marrige are promised dragon eggs by the crown but the hand of the king has thought otherwise. Read as their son takes part in the dance . I have moved my game of thrones fanfic to "the dragon's grandnephew" (All rights belong to GRR Martin and HBO i only own my OC)

The son of the spurned Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, is summoned to the North to mobilise troops for an impending war. There he not only meets the impressive Cregan Stark, but surprisingly also a yet undiscovered version of himself ... "Love's not always wise, I've learnt. It can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts... wherever they take us." Robb Stark Jacaerys Velaryon x Cregan Stark (House of The Dragon/ Game of Thrones Fanfiction)