Serdunk Stories

One would wonder if it were possible to out smart a Targaryen, many would deny, who and how could you possibly out wit the House of the Dragon. It wasn't that the Targaryens were incredibly intelligent, it were their strength that gave them invincibility. One Targaryen boy would learn that power was not anything without strategy, and that very concept would be the very thing that traps him. ----------- Started: 3/26 Published: 15/9/26 Finished:

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.

She finds herself in a field of unknowing, having woken up of the flooded lands in her undergarments. She does not understand how she has come to be here, and she certainly doesn't understand why no body else is near. - A large body of devily scaled skin in the sky see a body of white, engulfed by greens and browns. They knew it was unatural for something or somebody to be in this certai field alone, so the body of black and red dives down, curious and confused and most definitely not expecting a "Damsel in Distress". - Hey.....hey... how y'all doing? I'm sorry it took me so. long, Forgive me 😔 ❗️AERION HAS A DRAGON IN THIS BOOK ❗️

Lady Solyra Vaith was raised to understand duty. As the betrothed of a Targaryen prince, she knows the role she is expected to play: graceful, loyal, and unquestioning. But court is a dangerous place, and survival often requires softer weapons than swords. Caught between obligation and a love she was never meant to find, Solyra learns that kindness can be mistaken for devotion, silence can become a shield, and some hearts refuse to belong where they are promised. In a world of dragons, pride, and possession, the greatest act of defiance may simply be choosing whom to love.

In another life, perhaps Lady Elya Wylde would have become the wife of Lyonel Baratheon. Instead, she became Lady Stokeworth. Years after their secret courtship ended, Elya arrives at the Ashford tourney trapped in a bitter marriage to a cruel husband, with only her sworn sword for company and far too much anger left in her heart. Lyonel Baratheon arrives unmarried, half-legend already, and still carrying the memory of a woman who never truly stopped belonging to him. Old wounds reopen quickly. So do old habits. And some loves, unfortunately, survive everything.

Prince Aurion Targaryen is known across the Seven Kingdoms as the Reaper - a silent war hero who wields a warhammer, executes Blackfyres with his own hands, and walks through battle like death itself. Unfortunately for him, he must also deal with: a rage-filled teenage heir, a deeply melodramatic four-year-old convinced he is burdened by destiny, and Maekar Targaryen refusing to shut up. Fearsome on the battlefield. Exhausting at home.

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.

In the summer of 209 AC, the great Tourney at Ashford Meadow draws knights, princes, and stormlords from across the Seven Kingdoms. Among them is Lady Myla Caron - young widow of Estermont, mother to a set of twins used to being adored, and entirely too accustomed to men ruining themselves for her. She has not seen Prince Baelor Targaryen in years. Nor Lyonel Baratheon. Unfortunately for everyone involved, neither man has forgotten her. And Ashford is far too warm a place for old feelings, wounded pride, and dangerous affections.

In the spring of 209 AC, lords and ladies gather at Ashford Meadow beneath banners of gold roses and three-headed dragons. Prince Baelor Targaryen arrives with old memories he has never managed to put aside. Lady Malina Ashford discovers some things are not so easily forgotten.

Before all else, Marlon Flowers was a performer. From contortion, to music, to sword-swallowing, to clownery, he was taught it all. Using these skills he, and his family, made lives for themselves outside of the oppressive reach of Westerosi society, creating the smallest nebula of existence where they could simply be themselves. That was all Marley had ever known. Until it was all taken away, dragged back to King's Landing under the arm of Aerion Targaryen, who can't get the thought of hurting Marley - making Marley belong to him- out of his head. Who knew a tourney at Ashford Meadow would make everything come crashing down? Reverse harem featuring: Aerion Targaryen, Ser Duncan the Tall, Daeron Targaryen, Maekar Targaryen, and Valarr Targaryen Cover is a comission by girlvasectomy!

At court, everything is seen. Some things are simply never spoken of. Violette Banefort is not what they expected-neither half-mad nor power-hungry, but something far more inconvenient: impossible to silence. As lady-in-waiting to Elowyn Florent, she was meant to observe, to behave, to disappear into the background of court life. Instead, she provokes a prince. And Maekar Targaryen-who was never known for restraint-proves more than willing to be provoked.

Rosalie Tyrell lives in a world where everything has already been decided for her. Born the daughter of Leo Tyrell and named for the roses of her house, she was raised on one promise: that she would one day marry for love. But promises mean little in the game of crowns, and when the chance comes for House Tyrell to bind itself to the royal family, Rosalie is betrothed to Daeron Targaryen. Beautiful, sharp-tongued, and far from the obedient lady everyone expects her to be, Rosalie refuses to play the role quietly. She resents the court, despises the humiliation brought by Daeron's reckless habits, and refuses to pretend she is grateful for a life she never chose.

Lady Gracia Belmore has always believed duty matters more than desire. It is why she left King's Landing. Why she married another man. Why she forces herself to ignore the way Prince Baelor Targaryen still watches her like a prayer gone unanswered. But court is a dangerous place for unfinished love, and some wounds only deepen with time. Especially when neither person has ever truly let go.

Princess Visera Targaryen is Prince Baelor's only daughter, born on Dragonstone with silver hair like a promise and a curse, grows adored, indulged, and spoiled so thoroughly the realm itself seems trained to kneel when she merely lifts her chin. She is all velvet insolence and laughing defiance, a storm in pearls who expects the world to be handed to her, until she meets the one prince who does not bend. Aerion is fire given flesh: proud, cruel, and hungry for reverence, the sort of dragon-boy who would rather break than yield, and in him Visera finds the only refusal sharp enough to feel like desire. When King Daeron binds them in betrothal against the furious warnings of Baelor and Maekar, it is meant as a remedy, two tempests married to cancel each other out, but the gods do not bless such logic. What follows is a marriage like a dagger-dance: venom and laughter, denial and demand, courtly scandal and private hunger, two bright disasters locked together while those who love them watch with dread, knowing the realm has just tied silk to wildfire... and sooner or later, everyone will smell the smoke.

The dragons are dead. The wolves are marching south. And somewhere beneath the snow, a girl is pretending she was never born in fire. She has survived rebellions, kings, and the ruin of her house with nothing but a false name and years of carefully practiced lies. The North knows her as Alanna Snow. One man knows better. As war spreads across Westeros and old loyalties begin to rot, buried truths claw their way back to the surface - silver beneath brown dye, old vows beneath newer ones, and a love neither of them survived cleanly. Some things refuse to stay buried. Especially dragons.

Princess Daenerys Targaryen has never cared for courtly expectations-least of all the ones meant to contain her. At the Ashford Tourney, surrounded by knights, lords, and watching eyes, she grows restless beneath the weight of her name. Slipping free of her guards, she finds herself in the last place she should be: the camp of House Baratheon-and face to face with the man who has not forgotten her. Lyonel Baratheon has spent a year thinking of a girl he barely knew. One night is all it takes to realize he was never mistaken. But dragons do not come without fire-and Daenerys Targaryen has never been anything less than dangerous.

Sent from Volantis as a punishment for freeing her slaves, Kalira Antari arrives in Westeros expecting cruelty, duty, and distance. Instead, she meets Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen, a prince as honorable as he is reserved. What begins as a marriage of obligation slowly blooms into something neither of them expected - quiet affection, shared warmth, and a love that softens even the coldest nights. In a world of politics, fire, and duty, Kalira and Baelor learn that true strength lies in care, tenderness, and the courage to let someone see your heart.