The eldest son of Prince Valarr steals a cart, loads his very chonky baby brother into it, recruits his dragon, and disappears into Dragonstone for what he considers a perfectly sensible royal progress. What follows is panic, laughter, raided kitchens, reckless uncles, and Valarr Targaryen loving his family so fiercely it nearly kills him.

Baelor lives, and he is king in this. Humor. Family fluff. Daeron suffering. Body shaming a baby?! He is chonky though. It is a very chill, feel-good, everyone-is-alive-and-safe vibe. Daeron and Kiera are married in this.

Aerion Targaryen loved her first. The realm gave her to Valarr anyway. Now one prince haunts her nights, the other shares her bed, and the dark is beginning to answer back.

In the same universe as: They called me your wife again

The family already treats her like one of their own. The child has already reached for her first. The media circles. The internet loses its mind. And when Aerion finally says too much, in public, with cameras rolling, the bachelor market dies screaming. Because it was never anyone else. It was always her.

The court calls her blessed for carrying Prince Valarr Targaryen’s third child. They see the jewels, the sons, the future queen consort, the kind of marriage songs that are written about. What they do not see is the grief beneath it — the loneliness, the silence, the humiliation of loving a man who can keep her, touch her, father her children, and still leave her starving in every place that matters. And when Valarr finally realizes something is wrong, he does not bridge the distance between them with tenderness. He crosses it through another woman’s ears.

pregnancy, pregnancy anxiety, “good husband, awful at being loved correctly” marital grief, emotional neglect, arranged marriage misery, domestic loneliness, domestic sorrow, betrayal of trust/confidence, surveillance disguised as care, creepy little emotional surveillance, maid-as-emotional-spy, jealousy, old feelings / old ghosts resurfacing, children noticing the sadness in the house, children catching the vibes, maternal guilt, wife at the end of her rope, painful confrontation, devastating yearning, hurt with little to no comfort, beautiful wife / foolish man tragedy, husband doing literally everything except communicating, Valarr fumbling the woman of all time, Valarr making the worst possible choices with his full chest, angst to the filthiest degree

graphic childbirth, blood, difficult labour, birth trauma vibes, fear of maternal death, brief body horror-ish hatching imagery, mention of pregnancy loss/miscarriage grief (Kiera)

There is no Father’s Day in the Seven Kingdoms, so your three children decide that it is the realm’s mistake to correct. What follows is a secret little conspiracy of handmade gifts, honey cakes, dragons overhead, and Prince Valarr being quietly, thoroughly destroyed by how much his family loves him. A soft, romantic, dangerously domestic Summerhall morning where nobody dies, everybody is safe, and the prince who belongs to the realm discovers he belongs to you and your children first.

Everyone lives. Everyone is safe. Dragons are alive but loosely mentioned. Three children. Family fluff. Royal domesticity. Handmade gifts. Honey cakes. Valarr is in emotional distress because his wife and children love him too much. Entirely feel-good.

Summary: A wounded Targaryen prince stumbles half-dead into a witch’s cottage in the middle of a storm, and by the time the rain lets up, they are already far too deep in each other to come away cleanly. He leaves her his ring, a promise to return, and every soft part of himself. She lets him go with all of it and keeps his blood.

You were the first wife, and nothing could come after you. When Lady Y/N Royce dies, bringing forth Prince Valarr’s twins, their dragon eggs hatch beside the cradle, and grief turns her into something the realm never lets rest. Years later, the court still wants her back. The city still wants her back. Valarr still loves her like an open wound. And Keira, the dutiful second wife sent to him for politics and peace, finds herself trapped in the shadow of a woman so beloved that even death could not make people stop choosing her. Some women die and become memories. You died and became the measure by which every living thing was found wanting.

major character death, childbirth death, grief, widowhood, second wife angst, memory and mourning, dead wife haunting the narrative, emotional infidelity themes, complicated marriage, bitterness, inherited grief, children grieving a dead mother, court politics, dragons, doomed love, tragic romance, everybody still being in love with the first wife, Valarr cannot catch a break from me, super angst, Kiera bashing, Keira sadness (sorry for fans of her, this aint that story)

Daeron has stepped down. Maekar’s branch is shifting onto Aerion’s shoulders. The board is circling, the tower is tense, and she is supposed to be spending her day off buying groceries with Duncan on Aerion’s card. Then Maelor falls at school. Now she’s walking into Targaryen Tower with Aerion’s son on her hip, security is waving her through like they know better than to stop her, a new assistant mistakes her for his wife, and Aerion takes one look at her and forgets, very publicly, that anything else was ever supposed to matter first. If everyone already thinks she belongs to him, what happens when he finally stops denying it?

minor child injury scare but he is okay | school phone call from hell | modern Targaryen family business chaos | succession angst | Duncan being ride-or-die and annoying in exactly the correct way | mistaken wife allegations | quiet building-wide gossip | Aerion said one thing and now I need to lie down | Maekar secretly approving but refusing to act like a human about it | yearning | hand on waist disease | emotional repression in luxury tailoring | open ending but make it romantically devastating | Duncan is your bestfriend and Aerion has to deal with that as is | you guys got sad Valarr, now be prepared for this wife Aerion one idk

Prince Baelor takes both of his grandsons on a cheerful tour of Summerhall and promptly discovers that the younger one is built like a royal loaf. After one near-disaster on the stairs, he earns the ire of his daughter-in-law. Valarr is left pleading “Father, please” for the sake of his marriage and his life, and Aerion makes everything worse by calling the baby chonky.

Baelor lives. Duncan and Aerion are on better terms. Humor. Family fluff. Aerion suffering.Body shaming a baby?! He is chonky though. It is a very chill, feel good, everyone is alive and safe.

Valarr is done being reasonable when it comes to love. Aerion refuses to surrender the one life that has begun to feel worth living. Baelor and Maekar know this bloodline has never known how to love without turning it into something dangerous, beautiful, and impossible to survive unchanged.

Valarr remembers her coffee order. He brings groceries. He learns her people. He stays. This chapter is about the terrible softness of being loved in ways that look ordinary from the outside. The kind of love built from repetition, tenderness, and the accumulating fact of someone remaining. A piece of their story from before everything changed, before fear put its hand to what they had made.

Long after the Ashford Tourney, tempers are mended, old wounds have settled, and for once, the Targaryens are having a peaceful day. The kind of peace people once wished for, back when life felt simpler. Then Duncan looks at Valarr’s very chonky baby, looks at Aerion, and says the worst possible thing out loud. Aerion is horrified. Egg is losing his mind. Valarr is far too amused. And everyone is left wondering whether Duncan is blessed by the gods or just impossibly lucky.

Baelor lives. Duncan and Aerion are on better terms. Humor. Family fluff. Aerion suffering. Body shaming a baby?! He is chonky though.

Everyone online thinks she has the perfect life: the face, the ring, the husband, the child, the dynasty, the kind of marriage people envy in photographs and edits online. What they cannot see is the loneliness inside it, or how a woman can be deeply loved and still left starving for something gentler, warmer, and spoken aloud. When their son brings home a rumour cruel enough to shatter the silence between them, Valarr is forced to reckon with the difference between loving his wife and making her feel loved.

unrequited love but not really unrequited, emotional neglect, marital loneliness, angst, Valarr is a damn fool, child caught in parental tension, rumours of infidelity, family pressure, difficult communication, crying, reconciliation, you have son, and he is named

It was meant to be a harmless puppet show. Before the night is through, hands are broken, secrets are exposed, and princes are one breath from killing each other.

A hidden prince in the camp. A child prince in the market. A dragon overhead. Vaelor wants toy horses, puppet stories, and an evening full of wonder. Dunk wants a chance. Egg wants a place to belong. But Ashford’s splendour is already rotting underneath the silk, and by midday the blood shows through.