The Lady of Green
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Aelora Targaryen was never meant to rule.
Born the eldest daughter of Alicent Hightower and the twin sister of Aegon Targaryen, she was expected to smile, obey, and remain in the shadows while men fought for crowns.
She chose a different path.
Behind every gentle smile hides a woman whose ambition burns brighter than dragonfire. And standing at her side is Ormund Hightower, a man willing to give her everything-even a kingdom.
Love is dangerous. Power is intoxicating. Together, they may reshape the fate of House Targaryen.
Ormund Hightower x OC
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In Vain | Baelor Targaryen
How does a plain, insignificant girl come to marry the Heir to the Iron Throne? Many will say it was a match fated by the Gods, but the Gods play by their own rules... Kaestyra Velaryon, a girl of no notable birth, was set to marry a man she had never met: a betrothal organised by her despotic uncle. Baelor 'Breakspear' Targaryen, Prince of the Realm, must too seek a political alliance. However, one chance encounter brings about a storm of jealousy; rebellion and obsession, forever changing the history of Westeros.
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The Wrong Dondarrion: Baelor Targaryen "Breakspear" X OC
From the moment she first saw the Prince of Dragonstone, Jocelyn Dondarrion had loved him with the certainty of lightning striking stone. In the aftermath of the Blackfyre Rebellion, she begged her father for the match-and he granted it. So when word came that Baelor Targaryen was to wed a Dondarrion, Jocelyn believed the Seven had answered her prayers. But Baelor, upon hearing the betrothal, imagined it was Jena he would be bound to-only to learn that he had been promised not to the sister he loved, but the one who loved him instead.ConcluΓda
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Tame | Ormund Hightower
Born from a queen's death and a king's cowardice, Princess Vaemma Targaryen grows beneath the red stones of the Keep like a pale and poisonous flower, all moonlit beauty, silver hair, and venom sharpened by years of consequence denied. She is not fragile, not petulant, not some trembling little princess breaking cups for sport; she is worse, a woman who has learned that rank can make cruelty charming, that beauty can turn malice into music, that no one dares strike the king's unwanted daughter no matter whose blood she draws. To Viserys, she is the living wound he cannot bear to look upon; to Rhaenyra, the sister born from their mother's butchered body; to Alicent, the first child who ever truly needed her, and therefore the one she loves, spoils, and finally sacrifices. When Vaemma is promised to Lord Ormund Hightower, proud lord of Oldtown and sworn enemy of dragon arrogance, she expects another man to bend beneath the weight of her name, her face, her dragon, her royal rot, but Ormund is no courtier trembling in perfume and candlelight. He is stone, steel, tower-shadow, and judgment. He looks upon the Pearl Dragon and sees not a goddess, but a beautiful, vicious thing that has never once been made to answer for itself. Their betrothal is no love song, but a knife drawn slowly across silk: Hightower piety against Targaryen excess, discipline against indulgence, consequence against a woman who has mistaken impunity for power. And as the realm blackens around them, Vaemma must learn the one lesson no one in her father's court ever dared teach her... dragons may burn men alive, but even dragons can be brought to heel.ConcluΓda
Flame And Defiance (Baelor Targaryen)
Aelena never chose him. Bound by duty to Baelor Targaryen, a man older, distant, and already tied to a life before her, she enters a marriage neither of them truly wanted. But in the quiet moments between obligation and expectation, something unexpected begins to grow something as dangerous as it is undeniable..
Unspoken | Maekar Targaryen
Their marriage was never meant to be a love story. Bound together by duty and the will of the Iron Throne, they entered a union neither of them chose. While he remained devoted to the memory of his wife he had lost, she found herself wandering the halls of Summerhall as little more than a stranger, quietly learning the hearts of a family that was never truly hers.
Shattered / Ormund Hightower
Delilah didn't want her family shattered in this blasted war. And yet her husband and son were both ready to ride into battle. π· "You do this and you shatter me." βοΈ Most characters belong to grrm Any mature content is between consenting charactersConcluΓda
How does a plain, insignificant girl come to marry the Heir to the Iron Throne? Many will say it was a match fated by the Gods, but the Gods play by their own rules... Kaestyra Velaryon, a girl of no notable birth, was set to marry a man she had never met: a betrothal organised by her despotic uncle. Baelor 'Breakspear' Targaryen, Prince of the Realm, must too seek a political alliance. However, one chance encounter brings about a storm of jealousy; rebellion and obsession, forever changing the history of Westeros.
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