In the years after the Long Night, when winter broke and the world still smoldered, Daenerys Targaryen took the Iron Throne not as a conqueror alone, but as prophecy fulfilled. To some she was queen, to others, a god. To the red priests she was Azor Ahai reborn, the living flame promised at the dawn of days. To the Maesters she was 'The Prince that was Promised'. Dragons nested once more upon the towers of King's Landing, and for a brief, blazing moment, it seemed the age of men had ended and the age of fire had begun again. This chronicle begins at the first years of her reign, just before the birth of her children, when the Seven Kingdoms were only loosely bound by fear, faith, and memory. The North stood apart, crowned in frost beneath Queen Sansa Stark, while old houses tested the strength of the dragon queen with small wars and quieter betrayals. Daenerys ruled beside Jon Stark, once Snow, now legitimized, and together they founded a dynasty that would give the world eight heirs-six dragonriders, two brides of great houses-and more bloodshed than even the histories of Valyria could contain. Long after the Dragon Queen passed into legend, when her name was spoken as prayer and warning both, a new prophecy would surface-glimpsed not by priest or king, but by a dreamer born generations later, a great-great-granddaughter haunted by visions of fire yet to come. Whether these dreams foretell salvation or extinction, the maesters cannot agree. They only record what followed. This is not a song of heroes. It is the history of a house that bent the world to flame-and learned, too late, that fire always sings twice.

In her youth Sansa Stark dreamt of marrying a handsome nobleman and living a fairytale life of love and prosperity, surrounded by children of her own. But fate was not kind to her. She had been betrothed to or married to a cruel king, a man who preferred the company of other men, the drunken Master of Coin, and a sadistic bastard. And all the while older, sinister men in both armor and fine clothing forced their advances on her. But in the midst of all of it she found her shinning knight, the one who was meant for her and would protect her like the heroes did their maidens in the songs... And she was Princess Selene of House Baratheon, the only true heir of Robert Baratheon. This is a game of heartbreak, betrayal, magic, and thrones. This is the tale of the War of Five Kings, the Long Night, and the Bloody Morning. This is the song of Ice and Fire. This is the story of how two women, of warring houses, fell in love with one another. But will their love survive these ghastly times? And who will Sansa Stark and Selene Baratheon choose to be loyal to before anyone else? Their family? Their kingdoms? Their titles? Each other? ...Or another?

Adara Hightower always knew her path would be set by others. Raised with the knowledge that she would marry young, Adara's life in the Hightower was one of solitude, dictated by her father's ambitions and the cold walls that watched over her every step. When Lady Cersei, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, dies suddenly in childbirth at twenty-five, King Robert Baratheon needs a new bride to continue his line. His choice is swift and clear-Adara. Thrown from the shadows of Oldtown into the ruthless glare of King's Landing, Adara is haunted by the fate of her predecessor and terrified of her new husband's temper. With no friends and no one to trust, she finds herself lost in the glittering courts and dangerous intrigues of the Red Keep. But one figure stands apart from the rest, a man who understands the emptiness of the court and the pressure of duty: Ser Jaime Lannister, Cersei's twin and former Queen's protector. Bound by shared memories of Cersei and their own haunted pasts, Jaime becomes a reluctant ally and an unexpected source of comfort for Adara. As Adara learns to navigate her new role, she is left grappling with her fears, her duty to a king who both fascinates and terrifies her, and a forbidden friendship that could be her only solace-or her undoing. In a world where loyalty is a dangerous game, Adara must find the strength to survive... or risk losing herself entirely.

The last leaves of autumn are drifting across Winterfell. Jon Arryn is dead, and King Robert rides North to Winterfell with the Lannisters in tow... ...just so in time for Artemis Green to find herself inexplicably transported to the harsh world of Westeros. Thrust into a world where honor breeds death and trust leads to betrayal, Artemis must balance her desire to save lives with the risk of changing too much, all while protecting her heart from those who could either be her greatest allies or her greatest weaknesses. [season one got - ] · updates every Wednesday and Saturday

🝮𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞🝮 🝮𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮🝮 Act 1: Aelora Targaryen, twin sister to Rhaegar Targaryen, was married to her fathers hand, Tywin Lannister in 273 AC, a mere few weeks after the death of his wife, being only 14 years old. Little did she know a decade later her husband and stepson would be the death of her family. Now living in the world as the last known Targaryen, forced to be a Lannister. She must make her own way, because when you play the game of thrones you either live or you die, and she won't die anytime soon. (I AM NOT THE ORIGINAL WRITER OF ASOIAF)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊 " a butchered tongue still singin' here , above the ground . " ׂ╰┈➤ game of thrones fan fiction (seasons 1-8) ׂ╰┈➤ jaime Lannister x fem!oc ׂ╰┈➤ arthur Dayne x fem!oc ׂ╰┈➤ Jon snow x fem!oc ׂ╰┈➤ Robb Stark x fem!oc ׂ╰┈➤ Tywin Lannister x fem!oc ׂ╰┈➤ male!oc x fem!oc ׂ╰┈➤ I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES !

the realm knew the truth: had the young jason baratheon survived, there never would of been a war of the five kings. but the truth was much more personal than that for sansa. because the moment her betrothed died, the world ended for her.

───── ❛you can mark my words that I said it first in a morning warning, no one heard❜ game of thrones fem!oc x male!oc started: 10/02/25 finished:

Some say the world will end in fire. Some say in ice. When Rosalie Stark found herself in an inferno of dragon fire, fighting against an army of dead soldiers with eyes as cold as ice, she surely thought it was the end. But fate had different plans for her and instead of dying she found herself trying to save Westeros from a war before it even starts.

don't you ever tame your demons. always keep them on a leash. TW! AGE GAP! OC x Tywin Lannister