the death of me

the death of me

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Under the rule of King Daeron II Targaryen, the dragons of old are long thought dead. Until you, Heir to Runestone, mounts the last surviving dragon of the Dance, long believed to have vanished after the death of its rider, Alyssa Royce, daughter of Rhea Royce and Daemon Targaryen. --- Baelor Targaryen X Reader Second person pov
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❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲?❞ The realm is starving. Not for spectacle. For bread. For justice. For something the Crown has never truly given. But in the Red Keep, they call it unrest. They call it something to be managed. Princess Saelene Targaryen has no intention of becoming another temporary solution to a problem men refuse to understand. She has walked among the smallfolk. Listened where the Crown has ignored. Seen what lies beneath the polished illusion of power-and she knows one truth above all: If the realm is breaking, it is not because the people are ungrateful. It is because they are hungry. Prince Baelor Targaryen was raised to believe in order. In duty. In control. In a Crown that does not bend. But Saelene is nothing like the royals he has known. She does not play the game. She questions it. Challenges it. Unravels it with a single, steady gaze. And gods help him- he cannot look away. As whispers of unrest grow louder and something dangerous begins to take root among the people, Saelene pushes for change that could reshape the realm itself. But power does not yield easily. And neither does desire. Because some things are forbidden. Some thoughts should never be entertained. And some lines- once crossed- cannot be undone. And wanting her? Wanting him? In a world like this- is nothing short of guilty as sin. Baelor Targaryen x OC female Targaryen CW: ⚠️smut Copyright Notice: This work is a fanfiction set in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire / A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. All canon characters, settings, and associated intellectual property belong to George R. R. Martin and their respective rights holders. This story is a transformative fan work featuring the original character Saelene Targaryen and is not affiliated with or endorsed by the original creators.

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