Knightofthesevenkingdoms Stories

Your father is the King of the Seven Kingdoms making you his heir. Your father takes you to a slave auction where you meet Brienne. You decide to buy the tall beauty wondering what you will do with her. Suggested by unmeisenpai on Tumblr

"So reader is the daughter of a blacksmith, so she's pretty strong, and believes she can hold her own when making deliveries between two villages. However, on the way back home, a small group of outlaws decide to have a bit of 'fun'. Deciding she would rather die than let anything happen to her, reader fights back. Just as they are going to kill her, Brienne comes in the scene and fights them off, tending to readers sounds and helping to comfort her" - requested by reddragon30000 on Tumblr

Men called him the Laughing Storm, and his shadow stretched long across the stone floors of Storm's End; yet even the greatest storm fades when the sun of the Dragon begins to rise. For at the high table sat the only person in the Seven Kingdoms who could silence his thunder with a whisper: his wife.

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Born into the legendary House Targaryen as the twin sister to Crown Prince Valarr, Princess Valaerie is hailed across the Seven Kingdoms as the "Realm's Delight." Blessed with the pure, undiluted silver-gold hair of ancient Valyria and mesmerizing amethyst eyes, her grace is matched only by her cold, unyielding pride-a shield forged from the premature loss of her mother. When an unwanted betrothal to an elderly lord threatens her freedom, Valaerie initiates a desperate hunger strike that shakes the Red Keep, resulting in a bitter, ten-year diplomatic exile to the scorching courts of Sunspear, Dorne. Watching her from the shadows is her volatile, aggressive younger cousin, Prince Aerion. Once a cruel castle bully who feared none but her, Aerion harbor a deep, maddening obsession with the princess that ignited the night he cradled her tear-stained face under a weeping willow tree. For ten agonizing years, Aerion lives with only a painted portrait and a fleeting memory to feed his toxic devotion. Now, the year is 209 AC, and the grand Ashford Tourney has begun. Valaerie has finally returned-not as the frightened girl who left, but as a majestic, untouchable woman draped in royal purple and southern gold. As she steps onto the tournament grounds, she effortlessly commands the hearts of the realm, wielding an invisible power that reduces the brutal Aerion to a helpless, loyal hound. Carrying her silk handkerchief against his breastplate, Aerion unleashes a monstrous, bloodsoaked violence upon the jousting lists to slaughter any man who dares gaze upon his queen. But as the kingdom trembles at his cruelty, Valaerie smiles down from the stands, validating his darkness and setting the stage for a dangerous, high-stakes game of blood, obsession, and the iron price of love.

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All she saw was blood. Blood coated her hands, blood soaked the bandages of the wounded, blood stained the grass, dirt and all the fields around them it seemed. The Reach would be red by the time the Targaryen's were through with their war. Brienna never dreamt of marriage and children, but she also never thought pursuing her path in medicine would wind her up here, in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded by Hightowers, dragons, and one very handsome prince.

I'm writing this before any fanfic is out so for the next 10 you can know who is who, and what they and like. stories wont be coming out for a while as i'm trying to come up with ideas on how to write a good fanfic. if you dont like them dont read them.

The Tourney of Ashford brought many things celebration for a lord's daughter's nameday, dancing, jousting, political controversy... and even tragedy. But what happens when a princess arrives a day before the rest of her family and finds herself in the tents of a certain Baratheon... and a certain tall knight? This is the story of Vaela the Valiant a Targaryen princess who longs to do what is right for the people of the realm, even if it means standing against her own blood. And this is only the beginning...

"then wed her to me," aerion pleaded, his voice growing desperate as he looked at his father. "the lannisters care only for her title and dragon, i- i could take care of her. better than some lannister lord. have her be mine, i beg you." when the last dragon died a century ago, and the targaryen dynasty had just gotten used to surviving without their greatest asset, an impulsive decision single-handedly brought them back. he hated her for it, envied how she represented something he was supposed to be. meanwhile she hated him for his freedom, resented how he was everything she ever wanted to be. but the dagger of fate had stabbed them both that day, twisting in and merging their bloods as one

Exiled by a King who feared his own blood and haunted by a madness he cannot outrun, Prince Aerion Targarye -the Brightflame flees the Red Keep for the treacherous waters of the Narrow Sea. He does not go alone. Beside him is Elara, a woman who sees the man beneath the "Beast" and the heart beneath the dragon's scales. Their journey takes them from the spray of the Stepstones to the opulent, poisonous halls of Lys, where Aerion seeks the "White Essence"-an ancient, forbidden fire that promises the power to reclaim his throne. But in the City of Perfumes, power comes with a price. As Aerion ascends into a figure of terrifying, blinding light, Elara finds herself a prisoner in a gilded cage, fighting to pull her Prince back from the brink of total insanity. From the intimacy of a storm-tossed cabin to the glass-shattering heat of a final stand on Westerosi shores, The Salt and the Smoke is a haunting tale of ambition, betrayal, and a love that burns brighter than wildfire. In the end, as the ash settles and the crowns break, a final secret remains-a spark of hope carried in the silence, proving that even the fiercest fire leaves something behind.

Y/n Targaryen has been around for a long time before Aegon the conquerors time. She seen what many hasn't known. Only she knew the whole story.

Amara Targaryen has been around for a long time before Aegon the conquerors time. Game of thrones timeline: House of the dragon Knight of the seven kingdoms Game of thrones

"They were two flames twisting until neither remembered where one began and the other ended." Bound to her twin brother Aerion by something deeper than blood, Aelys has never known a world that does not revolve around his flame. He was a cruel beauty, touched by a bit of madness. Where he was jagged, she was composed. Where he burns, she tempers. Calm and composed, she has long mastered the art of quiet obedience. But when her father begins seeking a husband for her among the realm's lords, what begins as simple politics ignited into something dangerous. Some fires are just not meant to burn alone.

They said she jumped. From the highest tower of the Red Keep, a blue scarf fluttered down into the Blackwater, and with it died the brightest thing in Prince Maekar Targaryen's life. He never found her body. Only silence remained. Years passed and the grief hardened him. The realm came to fear the stern, unyielding son of the dragon, a man forged not by fire, but by loss. But ghosts have a way of lingering. At the great tourney at Ashford, amid banners, blood, and the roar of cheering crowds, a voice carries across the field, warm as summer and sweet as Mothers embrace. It stops him where he stands. He does not know why it unsettles him. He does not know why it feels like standing at the edge of that tower again. He only knows that something he buried long ago is stirring and somewhere beyond the reach of dragonfire and duty, a past he never laid to rest is walking toward him. In his mind he buried her long ago. But in his heart she is more alive as ever. And what if the dead are not always gone? And if fate dares to return what he lost, the question will not be whether he still loves her. The question is: Can the man forged by grief love the woman who chose freedom over him? Or will the weight of crown and memory destroy them both?

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍, the realms stardust dragon ; the kind soul , has always been different sometimes cruel people would go as far as calling her 𝐦𝐚𝐝. Though she did not mind, she knew they would never understand and she was at peace with herself. The stars gave her a crown and said this is your place of beginning. 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍, the realms young prince, never found anything wrong with her, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭, he'd call her. He made sure that she never felt out of place , he could only see her through love, "𝐦𝐚𝐝?" he asked "𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐝?" he said.

"Where must the winds take me, so I may be happy?" Raina Baratheon knew many things. But she knew betrayal the most. Betrayal from her mother, Cersei Lannister. The woman would never consider her a true daughter despite being born from her womb. Betrayal from her father, Robert Baratheon, who did not see a daughter, but a cunt to grant him favor from Lords. Betrayal from her betrothal. Who cheated, whored and stank of ale. Who would take her on her bed like some common whore and not a princess of the realm. She hoped the winds would take her somewhere far from Kingslanding. Perhaps straight into the arms of Ser Duncan the Tall. But that was a fools dream. A fairytale for little girls. - !!!A TIME TRAVEL FIC!!!