when lord lyonel baratheon hosted a tourney at storms end in honor of his only daughters seventeenth nameday, the great houses of westeros assembled at the ancestral seat of house baratheon. even the house of the dragon had made the journey from the crownlands to here - gracing the tourney not only with the presence of the heir, prince baelor, but king daeron himself. an event worthy of the historybooks, just as lord baratheon intended - what had not been on his mind was the fact that his beloved daughter, the storms doe, had caught the eye of a dragon.

Presumed dead. Enslaved for years. Returned to a realm that had already moved on. Elaena Targaryen was meant to be the heir to the Iron Throne until fate stole her crown, her childhood, and her place in history. Now returned from the shadows, she walks a fragile line between duty and desire, power and pain, past and present. At her side, unwilling yet unyielding, stands Daemon Targaryen. A warrior, prince, and the man who plays the game of thrones for her. But the realm is splintering. The Dance of the Dragons looms. And between court whispers and wildfire hearts, Elaena must decide what kind of woman she will be and who, if anyone, she can truly trust. A story of grief, resilience, forbidden love, and the war that would tear House Targaryen apart. Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones, A Song of Ice and Fire or House of the Dragon; all credit goes to George R.R Martin. I only own Elaena Targaryen and my other Original Characters. Warning: It's a House of the Dragon fanfiction which means that there will be adult language and content.