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Prince Aelor Targaryen Legacy

ScarletQuillWrites
It was difficult being the son of the most hated man in Westeros. Aelor Targaryen had seen his fair share of death. He'd watched the executions of the Houses Darklyn and Hollard after the Defiance, a fifteen year old squire to Ser Barristan Selmy who'd been forced to stay behind while his mentor scaled the wall of Duskendale and rescued Aelor's father. He'd killed his first man, some hulking brute who smelled like a pig sty and fought like a boar, two years later during the waning hours of the Kingswood Brotherhood, and sent seven more men to their graves before the conflict was finished, earning his knighthood. And he'd seen men burned alive by his father for years now, more men and more situations than Aelor wished to recall. His father's nickname of the Mad King was well earned. But the deaths of Rickard and Brandon Stark were… haunting. The smell of the Lord of the North's burning flesh still swirled in his nostrils, just as the sound of the man's son strangling himself as he tried to save his father still rang in his ears. Aelor was no stranger to nightmares, but he knew those deaths would haunt him until the day he died. If they ever find Rhaegar, I'll kill him myself. There are worse things in life than being labeled a kinslayer...... Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/ScarletQuillWrites
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The Dark Prince's Lover

The dance ended with a final, graceful spin. Lord Greyson released Dydra with a courteous smile, his admiration lingering in his eyes as he gave a slight bow. “A pleasure, as always,” he said lightly. Dydra returned the smile out of habit, though her thoughts were already elsewhere. She gave a small excuse and stepped away, her gaze drifting across the ballroom as if searching for something—someone. But whatever she sought, she did not find. A faint frown creased her brows. Without another word, she turned and slipped out of the ballroom, heading toward the quiet of the garden. The cool night air should have calmed her. It didn’t. “You’re letting other men touch you?” The voice came from behind her—low, unhurried… almost lazy. But Dydra’s entire body reacted instantly. A sharp shiver ran through her. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. That voice carried something unmistakable beneath its calm surface—something restrained. Something dangerous. “I—it’s not—” Her voice broke mid-sentence. Panic tightened her throat as cold sweat formed along her skin. “Need I remind you,” he continued evenly, each word measured, “who you belong to?” The calmness was the most terrifying part. Not anger. Not shouting. Just control—tight, absolute control. Dydra parted her trembling lips again, but no sound came. Her mind went blank. Then suddenly— A hand closed around her waist. Firm. Possessive. Her breath caught as her eyes squeezed shut on instinct, her body going still. “Dydra,” his voice dropped to a whisper, closer now. “Who do you belong to?”
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The Legendary Knight: Rise of the Primordial Dragon

Join discord: https://discord.gg/XmEdVp84Z Twenty years ago, the Legendary Knight single-handedly ended the devastating War of Dragons, becoming humanity's greatest hero. In the remote countryside village of Grimwood, a boy named Vlad grew up chasing that legend with unwavering determination, driven by a promise he had once made to the moon. However, at sixteen, during the Awakening Ritual, he was branded a failure—awakening only a pathetic D-Rank talent that promised nothing but mediocrity. Yet while others mocked his impossible dream, Vlad refused to give up. Together with his childhood companion Chloe and the friends he would meet within the walls of Arcane Academy, he continued moving forward. What no one knew was that he had awakened something far greater than mere talent. [Legacy System Initialized... Welcome, Host.] As Vlad takes his first steps toward an impossible dream, ancient mysteries begin to unravel and primordial beings that have slumbered for countless ages slowly begin to awaken, their attention inexplicably drawn to Vlad, a D-Ranked boy. --- It's a slow-paced fantasy academy story filled with action, comedy, and a lot of heartwarming romantic moments that will leave you grinning under your blanket at night. No overexaggerated moments of everyone calling the MC pathetic or trash because of his talent. It's a one-time thing and then it's done. Once the protagonist proves his strength, he won't be mindlessly mocked. No over-the-top cliche drama of spoiled noble kids picking fights with the commoner MC in the academy. There are only mild moments to keep the story grounded in reality.
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