𓅆 ⋆˚࿔ 𓅆 They called her the 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊-beautiful, beloved, and far too cherished by her father to be treated as a mere pawn. Lady 𝐋𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐧, eldest daughter of Lord Donnel 𝕬𝖗𝖗𝖞𝖓 and Lady Kyra 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐, was meant to wed Lord Oscar Tully. But fate had other plans, and death stole her betrothed before they could say their vows. A year later, the realm is stunned when she is promised to Prince Baelor Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. A political match. A future queen. A prince she was never meant to love. Yet in a kingdom where alliances are forged with blood and broken with fire, Lysierra may discover that destiny has always had plans of its own. Perhaps the gods took away one future because they had written her a greater one. 𓅆 Lysierra drew herself up. "Yes, my father is your loyal subject, Your Grace. But I am still my mother's daughter." A flicker crossed Queen Myriah's face. Lady Kyra smiled openly now. "I am a Stark woman." "If Prince Baelor does not desire me, then I will not allow myself to be tossed around like a rag doll from one arrangement to another." Lord Donnel closed his eyes. "Lysierra..." "And if I ever feel that is what this marriage becomes," she continued, her voice unwavering, "then I shall return to the Vale that very instant." Prince Maekar barked a short laugh. Queen Myriah hid a smile behind her cup. Lysierra met the king's gaze directly. "I may not be a princess, Your Grace, and my father may not be a king like you. But in the Vale, I am treated like one." Silence followed. Lord Donnel looked as though he wished the floor would swallow him. Then, unexpectedly, King Daeron laughed. A warm, surprised laugh. "My lady," he said, "you sound very much like your mother." Lady Kyra raised her goblet.

Jace/Female OC -NOT A SELF INSERT SMUT A bit of a Cregan Stark side story. He pleases BOTH of his dragons. That's all I'm gonna say about that. Precursory for new readers: this was written after season one of HOTD, I will not be changing anything when season 2 comes out. Also ages are not my strong suite and may be inconsistent but any smut happens when they're both of age Daemon swore a child could never grow in the venomous pit that was his bronze bitch in the Vale. It was the sense of humour of the Gods to give Rhea Royce a child the very image of her absent husband's own mother. An even further mockery of the Royce line was the carbon copy attitude Alyssa Targaryen was gifted from her father. "𝘈𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯; 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤." His little dragon, his child to a fault. And there were many. But Alyssa was ever her father's daughter. Eternally loyal to her family, breaker of law and tradition, and eager to cause as much upset in any capacity it is provided to her. She has tastes and desires that are satisfied no matter what the poor Septas have tried to tell her. Alyssa is Daemon Targaryens child. She will never turn her back on her family. She will defend Rhaenyra's honour as fiercely as if it was her own. Jacaerys Velaryon finds himself a fortunate ally to Alyssa Targaryen. His sense of duty and sacrifice do not go unnoticed by the fiery and impulsive daughter of the Rogue Prince. She has the fire to burn their enemies to the ground. He has the breeze to fan the flame brighter or the structure to keep the fire contented. *** "I fear for the men of the realm when she grows into a woman." Daemon shook his head. "I fear only for myself." ***