Heirs to the Iron Throne
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Visenya, unfortunately, was born into the wrong family and in general she should die according to the curse on the cue, but alas, the gods decided to play with her
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The Monstrous Prince King's Landing, 209 AC - the dragons are long dead, their bones silent beneath the Red Keep. Yet their blood still burns in the veins of House Targaryen. Prince Aerion Targaryen was born of fire and madness - beautiful, cruel, and haunted by the echo of power his family lost. To the court, he is arrogant. To the realm, he is cursed. And to himself, he is nothing without the fire that was stolen from his bloodline. Then there is Princess Daenys Targaryen - pure, kind, and untouched by the shadows of their house. She sees the boy beneath the cruelty, the wounded soul behind the crown. But in Aerion's eyes, she becomes something else entirely: his salvation, his obsession, his undoing.
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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞-Aerion Targaryen
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Prince Maekar Targaryen, a stern and dutiful fourth son of King Daeron II Targaryen, has always believed his life belongs to war, family, and duty-not love. Lady Maelora Velaryon, gentle, pious, and quietly strong, is everything he is not, yet she is the only person who can soften the iron in his heart. As they grow from childhood companions into something far deeper, the weight of their names, expectations, and destiny begins to threaten the fragile bond they have built. In a world of fire, power, and sacrifice, will their quiet love survive-or will duty tear them apart? Maekar Targaryen x OC!Velaryon All characters belong to George R.R. Martin except for my own characters in this story
Ice and Fire | Valarr Targaryen
The blood of the wolf, though quiet, was loyal, courageous, and most importantly honourable. Lyarra Stark, however, had grown away from the protective walls of Winterfell. Residing with her mother's family in the warm confines of Ashford Hall left Lyarra feeling disconnected from her heritage; a wolf with no bite. When a tourney for her cousin's thirteenth nameday brings half the realm to her doorstep, Lyarra wants to run. Her anxious disposition leaves her feeling dread at the mere thought of thousands of strangers walking the halls of her home. Yet when green eyes meet the captivating blue and brown eyes of Valarr Targaryen, Lyarra feels her bite come back. When faced with the blood of the dragon, Lyarra cannot help but balance fire with ice.
𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 / 𝒅𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏.𝒕
'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 ]
Ashes Beneath the Veil ~ Valarr Targaryen
Deamyra was not raised to inherit power. She was raised to survive it. In a court where daughters are bargaining tools and affection is a liability, she understands one truth above all: safety is never given - it is secured. Valarr Targaryen is not the most charming of princes. He is not reckless. He is not easily swayed. But he is steady. In a world of unpredictable men and burning tempers, Valarr is restraint. Discipline. Protection forged in black steel. He does not promise romance - he promises order. And to Deamyra, order is worth more than poetry. She does not dream of fairy tales. She dreams of permanence. Of a place no one can remove her from. If becoming his wife means safety, she will become indispensable. If bearing his child means security, she will not hesitate. If loving him makes it easier to stay - she may allow herself that luxury. Because in the game of dragons, love is uncertain. But protection - protection can be chosen. And Deamyra has chosen.Concluida
The touch that burns
Two siblings born from the blood of the dragon. They say when he was born, the coin that gods flipped had landed on the side of madness. But what about her?
ೃ⁀➷ 𝙋𝙊𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 They say Prince Aerion Brightflame always revealed his anger through violence and raised voices, while Aelena Targaryen hid her cruelty behind grace and beauty. She wore innocence like a mask, a serpent beneath silk. Aerion saw the danger and loved her anyway. He let the snake bite, and once the venom spread, there was no escaping what had been written. He never would have believed that a clever woman with soft eyes would be his doom.
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