The younger sister of Daenarys Targaryen, Alyssays (Aly) was born at the end of Roberts rebellion, just hours before she and her siblings had to be smuggled out of Dragonstone for fear of their lives and losing their mother in an early birth that kept the small princess sickly throughout most of their childhood. Her brother resented her for the loss of their mother but was fiercely jealous and possessive of her. Dany was her most fervent protector and the only thing she ever defied her brother about was his treatment of Aly. Her childhood had been spent in hiding and fear across the narrow sea, but like Targaryen seers in the past her dreams were full of visions that always came to pass. The one she had been having as long as she could remember were of a boy. Black curls and dark brown eyes that always seemed sad, she knew he was real because as she had grown so had the images, she had seen of him. She knows he is somehow tied to her destiny, but only the game of thrones will reveal how. Expanded description in the first Chapter. This will be a SLOW BURN! The main characters will not meet in person for quite a while but once they do I promise heat. I do write smut so if that not your thing those chapters will be marked. Additionally, it is a GoT fanfic so expect violence, mature language and sexual situations.

"Jon Snow?" Sage asked without missing a beat. Jon turned around startled, not expecting someone to interrupt his and Olly's lesson. "Aye?" He answered, recognising the girl from Stannis' attack against the Wildling camp. She still wore her hair in a long braid and had the same simple clothes of leather. She was holding a bo staff in her right hand. "Your friend Samwell Tarly doesn't believe a blind girl without a sword can fight therefore I'm here to prove him wrong. So, would you like to spar?" She asked. Jon, startled by the upfront question had a hard time giving an answer. Instead, he found himself lost in those unique cloudy grey eyes and the secrets they hid.

DISCONTINUED amaris smiled and her eyes filled with melancholy tears as she looked at jon snow, the man she loved but could never have. jon snow x oc season 1 - season 8 highest #32 in fanfiction

She was lost, until she found him.

Game of Thrones One-Shots I've written. Feel free to request as always!! I do not write smut!! I do not own any Game of Thrones characters/story lines. They belong to George R.R. Martin

▪You were born a leader, no crown or throne needed▪ Part of the Warrior Women series- Poison and Wine (Published) Dynasty (On Hold) Book One- Seasons 1-3 Started 1/30/18 *DISCLAIMER* I do not own the Game of Thrones story line or its Characters. All rights go to George RR Martin and HBO. #2 asoiaf 3/17/19 #1 gameofthrones 9/8/19

Hartlyn Black never woke from the Death Curse. Instead, waking in another world, all alone. So lonely, that Death had offered her a companion. A guard. A lover. Jon Snow was never resurrected from his fatal wounds. Instead, he was stolen away, meeting a cloaked figure then finding himself before a strange yet beautiful woman with flame-coloured hair and hypnotizing green eyes. Hartlyn stared down at the handsome black-haired man with the darkest brown eyes she'd ever seen, curious to who he was and how he had a direwolf by his side, it having the fur that could rival the colour of freshly fallen snow, eyes akin to blood. Jon watched her warily, not knowing who she was or where he was and amazed to see a midnight black direwolf behind her, its eyes bluer than the sky. :3 Gandalf the Grey had heard of two legendary warriors in a castle, living high on the North Mountains. Two strange, yet powerful beings that perhaps would accompany himself, twelve dwarves and a hobbit as protectors. Who knows of the dangers that await them? But will the King of the North and the Mistress of Death leave their mountain to help others regain theirs? Book 1 of The Northerners.

Synne Sand never knew who her father was. All she knew was that her mother always refused to spend or even touch the bag of coins her grandfather had forced on her. But then, after the War of the Dragon Queen and the fall of the White Walkers, her father found her. To bring her to King's Landing as the Bastard of House Lannister.

It all begins with a noise in the distance, when the unexpected happens and you find yourself captured by Ramsay Snow. Is he really as bad as everyone says he is? Or is there more to the bastard than meets the eye? *This is my first long story, i apologize if it's not the greatest however i hope some of you will like it!* Enjoy xo :)