King Duncan the second of Scotland never wanted to be anything more than perfect for his country, but he didn't believe in the lore of the land that he lived in. The House of Dunkeld believed in the lore more than most, but not Duncan. How could Vampires exist in a world with nothing of worth; or at least nothing of worth by the time he was turned in 1079 AD; nineteen years after his birth.

"You man are a whore, you shall never touch my body." "We shall see." House Velaryon survived the genocide of Targaryen blood lines during Roberts Rebellion. The Velaryon name had long lost its luster with little to no wealth left to it. Monford Velaryon had made it his duty to restore his houses name, by marrying his sister to the Red Viper of Dorne. As Vaelerys navigates discovering her voice as a regal figure, she finds herself intertwined in a destiny far larger than the her tiny world of sand and salt. #1 oberynmartell tag 4/8/23 #1 oberynmartell tag 5/23/23

House of the Dragon - Alicent Hightower x Daemon Targaryen Todos os direitos à HBO A chama nascente dos Verdes encontra o sopro indomável de um Dragão. A jovem de véus e preces é conduzida à corte, onde aprende a sorrir entre coroas e sussurros, enquanto o Dragão, forjado em fúria e liberdade, luta contra as correntes do dever. Unem-se não por escolha, mas por destino tecido por reis e ambições antigas; ainda assim, entre paredes de pedra e promessas murmuradas, descobrem afinidades que ardem. Ao redor deles, a fé, a política e o nome Hightower erguem sombras, e o passado de alianças manchadas exige reparação. Nasce uma princesa, fortalecem-se amizades, e o rumor percorre os salões poderá a Torre, acesa em verde e chama, domar o Dragão - ou será ela também consumida pelo fogo que ajudou a despertar?

A political marriage between Tywin Lannister and Daenerys Targaryen. What would have happened, if Tywin Lannister decided to wed Daenerys Targaryen? How would the history of Westeros change? Lord of Casterly Rock understood that King Robert was no good for the realm, of those 3 million gold dragons the crown had in debt with the Lannisters was any proof. He switched his eyes to the East, over the Narrow Sea. He will wed the last Targaryen and bring his house to its highest glory. How would history change, if Jon Arryn had sent a raven to Casterly Rock before he died? All credit goes to George R.R. Martin. This story is different from the original, although most characters are the ones from GOT. The edit of the fanart is made by me

Since birth, Adira was known to be a healer. The maester had shaken his head, thinking the lady of the keep was not going to make it out of the birthing bed. Her tearing was too great, but then the glowing started. And once it faded away to reveal a fine scar, they all knew. The new babe was special. All her young life, Adira only wished to help others with her gift, but she was always locked away by her father until one day she received a raven from the most unlikely people. A Dothraki khalassar. If only she stayed home.. All the horror that came to her House might have been avoided and all the blood shed, unshed. Turns out helping the Khal, changed her life for the better and the worst.

What if Alicent Hightower was no longer naïve? No longer the dutiful daughter, the obedient wife, or the pawn of men who sought to use her for their own ambitions? What if she refused to be silenced, to be manipulated, to be cast aside? Tired of being controlled by her father and exploited by the men around her, Alicent Hightower rises not as a woman to be pitied, but as a queen to be feared. With a sharp mind and an iron will, she seizes control of her own destiny, reshaping the war that will come to be known as the Dance of the Dragons. Alicent refuses to be a victim. She will not beg, she will not bow. She will rule. And the realm will burn for it. SHE WILL LIGHT THE WAY.

"Is this some kind of joke?" I whispered in shock, my voice trembling as I stared at the reflection in the ornate mirror before me. Well, her mirror. The polished silver showed a face I knew all too well-just not my own. Pale skin, a cascade of silver-gold hair, and violet eyes that could only belong to one person. "Who the hell did I piss off to become her? The Black Queen?" My words were almost a growl as I gripped the edges of the vanity, the cold metal biting into my fingers. That's right. One moment, I was just me, heading home after another long day, and the next... a car came out of nowhere. I don't even remember the impact, not really. It was too fast. No flashes of light, no angelic choirs-just darkness. And then I was here. The next thing I knew, a maid was shaking me awake, her voice trembling with reverence as she called me Princess Rhaenyra. Yeah. That Rhaenyra. The Black Queen herself. The one and only Maegor with tits.

In the realm of fire and blood, where dragons dance and ambition burns bright, two souls entwine in a fate forged by destiny's hand. Sitara Evangeline Potters-Black, mistress of death, lies on the precipice of childbirth, her essence flickering like a candle in the dark. In another life, Alicent Hightower, duty-bound and unfulfilled, faces her own peril in the throes of labor. As the veil between worlds thins, the gods intervene, trading their souls amidst the agony of creation-a rebirth wrapped in shadow. Awakening as Alicent Hightower, Sitara finds herself entangled in a web of power and rivalry, her heart heavy with the echoes of her past. Married to King Viserys Targaryen, she soon realizes that his love has waned, replaced by a growing affection for his daughter Rhaenyra. As their bond flourishes, Alicent's spirit wilts, suffocated by the weight of duty and a marriage steeped in disinterest. Yet, in the depths of her despair, a flicker of magic ignites within her-a dangerous gift that allows her to whisper the ancient tongues of dragons. Amidst the court's treachery and whispered betrayals, Alicent's path intertwines with that of Daemon Targaryen, the king's fierce brother. Initially adversaries in a deadly game of ambition, their hearts are drawn together, igniting a slow-burning flame that defies the boundaries of loyalty and duty. In the shadows of the Red Keep, passion blooms like a rose among thorns, a forbidden romance fraught with peril. In a world where every choice could lead to ruin, the stakes have never been higher. With the specter of death lurking, and alliances shifting like sand, can Alicent rise as a beacon of hope, or will she succumb to the darkness that seeks to claim her? The Dance of the Dragons beckons, and with it, the chance for redemption-or destruction. Rankings #1 in alicenthightower #1 in Houseofthedragon #1 in daemontargaryen