˚✧🗡️🐉. ( ᴡᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ) -✿-🗡️˚ʚ ᗢ₊ ˖ ࣪⭑ ━ ❝ she is the blood of the two greatest dynasty's the world has ever seen.❞ ─── 𝗔𝗡 𝗚𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖

Born from a queen's death and a king's cowardice, Princess Vaemma Targaryen grows beneath the red stones of the Keep like a pale and poisonous flower, all moonlit beauty, silver hair, and venom sharpened by years of consequence denied. She is not fragile, not petulant, not some trembling little princess breaking cups for sport; she is worse, a woman who has learned that rank can make cruelty charming, that beauty can turn malice into music, that no one dares strike the king's unwanted daughter no matter whose blood she draws. To Viserys, she is the living wound he cannot bear to look upon; to Rhaenyra, the sister born from their mother's butchered body; to Alicent, the first child who ever truly needed her, and therefore the one she loves, spoils, and finally sacrifices. When Vaemma is promised to Lord Ormund Hightower, proud lord of Oldtown and sworn enemy of dragon arrogance, she expects another man to bend beneath the weight of her name, her face, her dragon, her royal rot, but Ormund is no courtier trembling in perfume and candlelight. He is stone, steel, tower-shadow, and judgment. He looks upon the Pearl Dragon and sees not a goddess, but a beautiful, vicious thing that has never once been made to answer for itself. Their betrothal is no love song, but a knife drawn slowly across silk: Hightower piety against Targaryen excess, discipline against indulgence, consequence against a woman who has mistaken impunity for power. And as the realm blackens around them, Vaemma must learn the one lesson no one in her father's court ever dared teach her... dragons may burn men alive, but even dragons can be brought to heel.

"every time a new Targaryen is born, he said, the gods toss a coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land" - in which the gods watch and wait for the coins of a son born in greatness and a daughter born in misery | crossposted on ao3 | | all rights belong to George RR Martin, HBO, and Warner Bros, save for my OCs and the plot points I have created | - 2022, xxpeppermintxx109 best rankings - #3 elia martell (09/24/25) #6 asoiaf (10/03/24) #7 game of thrones (05/09/25) #27 rhaegar targaryen (03/25/25) #46 Jaime Lannister (01/24/25) #51 asongoficeandfire (03/14/25)

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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 The Gods see that the downfall of House Targaryen is on the horizon, so they gift them one last chance. HOTD| CREGAN STARK BOOK ONE | VALAENA TARGARYEN © 2022

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❝ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴇ-ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ʀɪsᴇs, ᴄʀᴏᴡɴs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴇʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴜʀɴ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ.❞ 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝟏 - 𝐒𝟖 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂 𝐗 𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍

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, the Original Sin was comitted. Where guilt met desire, And innocence met corruption, And submission met control. 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 a player in the game now set in motion, ready to spread her corruption and influence from the heart of the court itself. All while fighting to dominate the one feeling that has ever eluded her control: a love born under the eyes of the Faith.