What if Maegor the cruel had a son? A raven haired prince. Born to carry the legacy of his father and grandmother before him. Daemion Targaryen, the Prince of Oldtown, The Black Dragon. A man's legacy is another's burden. ( I do NOT own the song of ice and fire or any of the characters in this fic apart from Daemion and other original characters. )

In the bloody realm of Westeros, a dark and dramatic tale unfolds. The young daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen, burdened with a legacy of power and betrayal, returns to the ominous streets of King's Landing after her mother's tragic death. Determined to reclaim her rightful place as a Targaryen and master a formidable dragon of her own, she embarks on a perilous journey of freeing the people of tyrants heavy fist. Among the shadows of the Red Keep, she crosses paths with Aegon Targaryen, a brooding figure bearing the weight of his ambitions. Their meeting is charged with tension, as secrets and hidden desires simmer beneath the surface. The Iron Throne beckons and their fates become inexorably entwined, setting the stage for a cataclysmic clash that will shatter the realm. [don't read if sensitive + i reserve all rights over this fanfic, fictional storyline and oc's i give no permission to "taking inspiration" out of it or etc]