Aeriontargaryen Stories

Aerion Targaryen was never meant to bend for anyone. Proud, sharp tongued, and feared by most of the court, he gives the world nothing but steel and dragonfire. But for Daenys Baelor's daughter, Valarr's twin, and the girl with brown hair streaked with silver he is hopelessly, dangerously devoted. From childhood to betrothal to marriage, The Dragon Who Bent follows the story of a prince who says no to everyone except the woman he loves. He would give her anything she asked for, panic at her tears, carry her when she's tired, and burn with jealousy whenever the world looks at her too long. A romantic series full of obsession, tenderness, possessive devotion, and the one woman who could make a dragon prince kneel. "You are my wife," he said. "If something upsets you, then by definition it is not a little thing."

Roslynd Tyrell is a dreamer, she has dreamed of a gallant great prince all of her life. Someone brave and dutiful to love and cherish her. Daeron III Targaryen is a dreamer too, but his dreams are something much darker. Roslynd finds out that dreams do not come true, but for Daeron that could not be farther from the truth. It is a struggle for the two of them to find common ground as a married pair who cannot even share the same room. [DAERON III TARGARYEN X FEM!OC] [AKOTSK] #1 in Daeron Targaryen (04/05/2026) #1 in Aerion Targaryen (04/05/2026)

In the frozen North, Juelle Frostmere has always found solace in the freedom her noble birth allows her - hunting, sparring, and the quiet companionship of Cregan, her father's only bastard son and lifelong friend. But when Aerion Targaryen, heir to the dragon blood, arrives at her name day, everything she knows about loyalty, love, and power is challenged. In a world where fire meets ice, can hearts endure the flames? This is a fanfiction set in the world of Westeros, featuring completely fictional houses and characters created for this story. Any resemblance to established lore is coincidental.

Princess Rhaelyra Velaryon was never meant for a quiet life. Silver-haired, sharp-minded, and born of old Valyrian blood, she was promised young to Prince Aerion Targaryen - Brightflame, a man the realm fears almost as much as it reveres. To most, Aerion is unstable. Dangerous. Too proud of the dragon he believes lives inside him. But with Rhaelyra... he is something else entirely. Devoted. Possessive. Obsessed. She is the only one he listens to, the only one he cannot bear to lose - his queen, his anchor, and in his eyes, something dangerously close to divine. As they travel to the Ashford tourney, politics sharpen, rivalries rise, and watchful eyes follow their every move. Knights gather, alliances shift, and whispers about the Targaryen prince and his silver queen grow louder by the day. Yet beneath the spectacle lies a deeper tension - one neither crown nor marriage can fully contain. Because loving a dragon is never simple. And being loved like one can be even more dangerous.

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

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.

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.

She was not asked what she wanted. She was only told what she would become. In the aftermath of rising tensions between bloodlines once thought buried by history, Naerys of a lesser Blackfyre branch is sent across the Narrow Sea to bind her house to the Iron Throne through marriage. What is meant to be a political solution becomes something far more fragile and far more dangerous when she is wed to Aerion Targaryen, a prince feared for his temper, his pride, and the ruin he leaves behind him. He sees duty. She sees destiny. She believes love can be earned through patience, loyalty, and endurance. He believes attachment is weakness and control is necessity. Between them grows a marriage built on silence, power, and the constant pressure of expectation neither of them can escape. 𝘈𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘟 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘖𝘊. ©𝘖𝘤3𝘢𝘯_𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘦 2026. REWRITING IN PROGRESS.

BOOK 2 After a wedding that nearly ended in tragedy, Lyanna Tyrell and Aerion Targaryen begin their new life in Highgarden. But marriage to a Targaryen is never simple. As they travel to the famous Ashford Meadow Tourney, old loyalties, dangerous tempers, and the politics of Westeros threaten to test their love in ways neither of them expected.

Lady Willa of House Baratheon was raised in Storm's End, surrounded by gentleness and light. Her life has always been about seeking trouble with her two brothers, putting their poor father's heart to the test. But when her dear father, Lord Roderic Baratheon, announces that she is to marry the brute all Westeros knows as Aerion Targaryen, her whole world crumbles to pieces. She has never met him and yet, she despises him so much it makes her blood boil. The rumours she has heard about him are enough : the silver-haired prince is vile, cruel and decadence given flesh. As Willa is forced on a path she refuses to follow, she meets Valarr Targaryen, Aerion's charming and totally unlike him cousin. He is like honey, golden beams of light and late summer mornings. Everything her betrothed isn't. Together they play a dangerous game, engage in a deadly waltz. And soon enough, Willa finds herself trapped in a lethal dance between the two princes. And her heart might very well be on the line...

A runaway princess. A humble hedge knight. She hides her name. He hides his doubts. But when fate takes them to Ashford, secrets blaze to the surface. One wears no crown. The other never asked for one. In a realm of dragons, will fire save them-or burn them both? (COMING SOON)

Elia Valemont and Aerion Targaryen have been best friends since childhood. But what happens when they both grow up and Aerion changes? Will he still consider her as his best friend? Will he eventually end up hating her? Or will they beat the odds and end up together?

Prince Valarr Targaryen knows his time is running out. As the heir to the crown, he must choose a wife-not for love, but for duty. The realm needs a strong alliance, and the woman he marries must be sensible, gentle, and above all... suitable for the good of the crown. Meanwhile, Adrestia Stark has spent years avoiding any talk of marriage. She slips away from the gazes of young lords, cuts short conversations with her parents, and pretends the subject simply does not concern her. She refuses to become a pawn in the political games of noble houses. Fate, however, has other plans. For the nineteenth birthday of Lovetta Baratheon, nobles from all the great kingdoms gather at Storm's End. Several days of feasts, tournaments, and celebrations are meant not only as a grand festivity, but also as the perfect opportunity for powerful marriage alliances to be made. On the night before the celebrations begin, Adrestia sneaks into the castle library in search of quiet. There she meets a young squire. They talk for hours-openly, honestly, and without the masks of courtly politeness. For the first time, Adrestia can say everything she truly thinks about lords, marriage, and the world she lives in. The problem is that the truth comes out the very next day. The boy was not a squire. He was Valarr Targaryen, son of Prince Baelor and heir to the Iron Throne. And the girl who had avoided conversations about marriage more than anyone in Westeros may have just become the one person the prince truly wants to speak to again.

The Hawthorne effect is a psychological phenomenon in which a subject's behaviour changes simply because they are being observed. ꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂ Morganna Mormont, heir to House Mormont and future Lady of Bear Island, was a force to be reckoned with. She was known throughout the North as the 'she-bear'. Born during a harsh winter storm, what happens when the bear meets a dragon? or in which Aerion Targaryen finds himself growing increasingly more interested in the woman they call 'the monster of the north'. ꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂ AKOTSK AU Aerion Targaryen x Morganna Mormont (oc) Started: 17/13/26 ╰┈➤ Finished: TBA STANDALONE (Not edited! Will edit once completed!) All rights go to George R.R. Martin and HBO! All I own is Morganna, any additional characters, changes in the story and additional dialogue that is added throughout the story! All rights go to the creators of GEORGE R.R. MARTIN! © yohanseyebrowmole 2026 Rankings: #1 in Mormont (18/03/26) #9 in winterfell (30/03/26) #7 in castle (30/03/26) #9 in housestark (30/03/26)

Princess Elaena Targaryen has always been too gentle for court - too kind, too soft, too willing to love even those beneath her station. When her brother's cruelty pushes her and young Aegon to flee, she trades silk for dust and crowns for anonymity, calling herself Ella among the smallfolk. On the road, she meets a hedge knight with a gentle heart and towering height, and for the first time, Elaena learns what it means to be seen not as a princess - but as a girl. But secrets are fragile things, and dragons are not meant to remain hidden forever.

Deria Martell was a striking figure of her age. Her beauty drew many admirers, and more than one noble lord sought the hand of King Daeron's II niece. Yet he loved his foster daughter dearly and never sought to impose his will upon her. The girl's heart, as was oft whispered at court, belonged to but one of the four brothers-the coldest, harshest, and most withdrawn among them. The story of her relationship with Prince Maekar was a tangled and thorny one, and in time gave rise to countless tales, half-truths, and legends.

Princess Viserra Targaryen had grown in the shadow of the Faith of the Seven, raised to be pious by her mother, she spent more time in the Royal Sept than any other part of the Red Keep. Breathing its teachings down her throat more than the air in King's Landing, until she suffocated. But she did it with no complaints, never any fight in her. A perfect daughter, a perfect princess, the opposite of her namesake, her mother would make sure of that. But the blood of the dragon still runs in her veins like the rest of her family, tempered down it may be, it was there. And dragons were creatures of greed, according to common folks tales, greedy, hoarding, beasts who would rather burn nations down than let a single treasure that catches their fancy slip by. So when her interest locks onto her uncle, Prince Baelor, the Hand of the King, the Heir to the Iron Throne. Everything she was never supposed to want. She is torn between her devotion to her mothers faith, its teachings, everything she's ever known. And her desire to have him all to herself. ⤷ ゛Baelor Targaryen x OC ˎˊ˗ [AKOTSK]

Aryelle Stark, was fierce, stubborn, and mostly Independent until she laid eyes on The Dragon, Aerion Targaryen. He was everything she despised, rude, heartless, and most of all, mad. What happens when he gets satisfaction from making her life hell? Will she accept defeat? Or fight until it is her last day? Character oc / Aerion Targaryen

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.

After her mother's death, Elaena Hightower is drawn into a political marriage with the heir to the Iron Throne. Duty is demanded, and love uncertain. Or perhaps, inevitable?