Fire and blood. Uncle and niece. Two dragons, bound by desire and shared blood. Daemon Targaryen × feminine

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

Following the death of Queen Rhaenyra's sons, sired by Laenor Velaryon, and the presumed death of Prince Daemon, Rhaenyra made the choice to keep her youngest children, Aegon, Visenya and Viserys, from suffering the same fate as their Velaryon brothers. Having sold her crown, the fallen Queen secured passage on a ship to Pentos in 131 AC but was intercepted by a group of Myrish pirates. While Rhaenyra's remaining Queensguard managed to hold them off, Aegon the Younger was taken captive and handed over to Aegon II. Throughout the years that followed, Rhaenyra failed on multiple occasions to retrieve her son, and any form of negotiation was struck down by Aegon and Alicent. All but one remained on the table; Aegon would spare his nephew's life in exchange for Princess Visenya's hand in marriage.

❝You are my daughter, before you can be anything else.❞ ❝I am a Targaryen above everything else.❞ ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ： 02 April 2025 ｆｉｎｉｓｈｅｄ：

Aemyra Velaryon, the dark dreamer made of fire and blood. The daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and the heir to the Iron Throne is sent to the North where all warmth is forgotten. She is sent with the mission to raise an army to rise up against the Greens and the Usurper King Aegon. While doing so she is getting to know the Wolf in the North, Lord Cregan Stark who she grows very fond of. All her life shes known fire, but she soon realizes not all dragons are made of fire, some are born from flames of ice. Together they will write the song of Ice & Fire. fem oc x cregan stark takes place during Dance of Dragons This fanfic is based on the show owned by HBO: House of The Dragon note: the images and gifs used in this book do not belong to me! i do not claim the images as my work i just use them as visuals for my story<3

Daenys Velayron had never wanted to leave the safety of Dragonstone, or the blanket of security it provided. When Aegon ii usurps her mother's throne, she has no choice but to play her part in the upcoming war. Rhaenyra chooses to send her eldest daughter to the North, to treat with Lord Cregan Stark. Her dreams plague her, being named mad by Queen Alicent since Daenys was but a girl. She dreams of death and fire, her only escape being her dragon Morningstar. Unexperienced in the ways of politicks, Daenys must convince the Wolf of the North to pledge his men to Queen Rhaenyra while battling her own mind. 🗡 Crossposted on tumblr, under the user name cherryheairt Currently 100k+ words

Princess Rhaella Targaryen, Viserys I third born girl with the Targaryen features and gifts. With the prophecy her King father believes in, the Song of Ice and Fire, she is sent to wed and bed lord Cregan of house Stark. Will love consume the two or will they unite under the name of duty only? HOTD | S1 & S2 On AO3

𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵 " 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬" 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔. 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒔 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅. " 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 " "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤" 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒙 𝑶𝑪 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏

When Rhaenys was younger, she would have laughed at the words of good Queen Alyssane when she said, "Daemon may be wild and unpredictable in many ways, but he has an incredible soft spot for little Rhaella." when Rhaenys looked back at it, she cursed herself where she was so blind that she didn't see it either, he would have done anything for her. Whether that meant sneaking into town or the Dragon Pit, or flying to Driftmark every month just to see her for a few hours. She knew he would destroy people and burn cities for her. That was exactly the type of connection the two had. He was the wild force and she was the calm rock that kept him from losing his humanity. Yet Rhaella also acquired a certain malevolent nature from Daemon that only became apparent in later years. Rhaenys could tell it was weak to expect Rhaella and Daemon to be stopped only by some marriage contract with Rhea Royce. ... I announce in advance that not everything is according to the truth. There are several characters in the story that I made up and I claim the rights to them. NOTICE - vulgarisms - violence - also death I am sorry, English is not my first language, so expect some mistakes, maybe typos. ... 1# Rhaenys Targaryen 1# Harwin Strong 15# Dance of dragons 19# House of the dragon 2# Daemon Targaryen

Daena Targaryen was born into a world of chaos and violence. Her mother, Princess Rhaenyra, fought for the Iron Throne against her half-brother, Aegon II, in a bloody civil war that tore the Seven Kingdoms apart. But when Daena was just a day old, she was abducted from her mother's chambers and disappeared without a trace. Years passed, and Daena was presumed dead, but she had survived. Raised in secret, she became known as Celine Stark, the bastard daughter of Lord Cregan Stark, and grew up with the fierce resilience and fighting skills of a true warrior. When King Viserys announces a tournament to celebrate the name day of Princess Rhaenyra's third child, Celine sees it as an opportunity to test her abilities. But as she competes in the tournament, she finds herself drawn into a web of intrigue and danger that threatens to reveal her true identity and destroy everything she has worked for. As the secrets of her past are revealed, Celine must navigate the treacherous political path of the Seven Kingdoms and confront her own destiny. Will Celine be able to overcome the obstacles in her path and seize her destiny as a Targaryen? Or will she be consumed by the dark forces that seek to destroy her? Find out in this epic tale of adventure, betrayal, and redemption set in the world of Westeros.