Elena Bridgewater is soon to be betrothed to Robb Stark the eldest of Eddard Starks sons, but how will she find Winterfell and being married to a boy she has never even met?

"There are things beneath the skin of the world that do not breathe, but hunger. They move in silence, cloaked in myth, hidden in the folds of time and shadow. Their names have been lost, buried beneath war and fire, their worship long forbidden. But they endure. In forgotten places-beneath mountains, beyond the reach of moonlight-a cult thrives in secret, ancient as the first spilling of blood. They are not men, nor wholly beast, but something colder, older, something that drinks from the living to remember what it means to feel alive. Most believe such creatures belong to stories, whispered to frighten children. But stories have roots. And when the world is distracted by dragons and thrones, the dead find space to rise." • The Dance of the Dragons had come to an end, with the greens victory. And whilst one holds a secret, it seems the fight is not yet over. "Leave one dragon alive, and the fire never dies." • ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R MARTIN & HBO STUDIO

Born in the heart of fire and blood, Saera Velaryon, the eldest daughter and heir of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, was a child beloved beyond measure-a princess draped in adoration, raised to believe the Iron Throne was her birthright. The realm called her *Saera the Spoiled*, for she had never known a world where she was not treasured. But war does not spare even the most cherished. When the Dance of the Dragons erupts, the realm fractures between Black and Green. Prince Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed rider of Vhagar, stands at the forefront of the war, a blade in the name of his mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, and his brother, King Aegon II. A warrior forged in anger, ruthless and unyielding, but was his sword ever truly theirs to start? Aemond harbors a secret-a devotion that undermines the very cause he supposedly fights for. For all his wrath and violence, his heart has been lost to Saera since childhood, bound to her by longing, by fate, by a love neither of them dared to name. When duty and desperation forced them into an marriage before the war broke, their union was meant to be a bridge between Green and Black, a political bond to quell animosity and resentment. But beneath the weight of war and betrayal, behind closed doors and whispered confessions, *love*-unyielding, undeniable-has already taken root. Their love is a treasonous thing, a flame burning between two sides sworn to destroy each other. And in the end, when the blood of kin stains the realm and dragons fall from the sky, Aemond must make a choice-his family or his wife, his crown or his heart. For what is duty when weighed against devotion? And what is a throne when set against love? _ "And then the storm broke, and the dragons danced."

A bitter bond created, after the alliance that Viserys had proposed, his wish to marry Daemon and Rhaenyra's daughter, to his eldest son, Aegon. Despite his eldest son's nature, having being a natural drunk, both Viserys and Alicent agree that their son is in need to be settled with a woman, and perhaps a family of his own. Will Aegon make that decision, to help create an alliance between both families, or perhaps Daerlyssa Targaryen, Daemon and Rhaenyra's daughter, would prefer herself promised elsewhere? ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R MARTIN & HBO STUDIO

"Qeldlie" word for golden in High Valyrian. According to Septon Eustace, most accurate description for Alyssa Targaryen, only daughter of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent. "The children of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent Hightower are now grown. Life at court, with its intrigues and shadows, has shaped them into very different people. In the Red Keep, growing up is perilous, and the blood of the dragon carries both duty and danger. In a game ruled by wicked and ruthless men, being a princess is an even riskier fate-especially when your greatest threat may be your own kin. Aegon, the eldest of the siblings, Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne, is twenty years old and has grown up without ever knowing his parents' love, always disappointing them with his vices and his distaste for matters of court. Though he is often lost in drink, one thing in him has never faded with time: his love for his younger sister, and the fierce instinct to protect her, the only one who never rejected him or treated him cruelly for who he is. When the young princess finds herself in danger and the King's health begins to decline, an ill-prepared and vice-ridden Aegon must rise to protect all that he holds dear."

Gotham is recovering from a painful darkness, a fear that has gripped all our hearts until all that was left was Chaos. The Dark Knight saved us and now in this time of peace darkness creeps in to the hearts of the innocent ...... and in this city Peace doesn't last forever. This is Gotham's story after the Dark Knight has fallen, the story of a beast of a man destroyed and broken by loss and darkness. A young man who finds himself on a journey to becoming Gotham's next saviour and a woman trapped between them. What would you choose? Blinding light or the deep darkness?

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.

In the annals of House Targaryen, there are names written in flame, and names written in blood. Daena Targaryen's was written in both - but claimed by neither. Daena Targaryen was never meant to matter. Born a girl when the realm prayed for a prince. Raised in a court that called her kin - but watched her like a threat. She grew up between two names, two colors, two thrones. Loved by both sides, claimed by neither. A daughter of dragons, shaped by silence and storm. When war came, she didn't follow a banner. She followed the fire that had always been her own. And in the end, it was not blood that defined her. It was the name she made for herself. HOTD and F&B FANFIC

The youngest daughter of the crown, Alyrie Targaryen, was raised in the pious shadow of the Hightower of Oldtown. But beneath the sacred light of the Seven, she discovered a temptation that would become her Original Sin. Now, summoned home to a court teetering on the brink of war, the Greens await their pious pawn. But Alyrie returns to King's Landing as the architect of her own Eden lost, ready to spread her corruption from the heart of the court itself. Gwayne Hightower x OC Aemond Targaryen x OC Aegon Targaryen x OC

Princess Saera Targaryen is everything Alicent prayed would never happen. To Prince Aegon, his sister has always been his best friend, his twin flame since childhood. But when adolescence blooms, and King's Landing becomes a playground for the King and Queen's neglected firstborns, scandal, desire, drama, and reckless pleasure become their daily ritual. Meanwhile, the realm whispers. "Saera the Second," as the smallfolk call her, moves through life in the Red Keep caught between her mother's shame and regret, her father's slow decay, the first threads of usurpation beginning to stir, the quiet comfort of Helaena's friendship, the sharp, unspoken tension with Aemond- -and the bond with Aegon that no one dares name, and no God could ever sanctify. And in the shadows, someone watches her closely, proud of everything she's becoming.