||Complete|| Vaelyra Velaryon was never meant to exist. The second daughter of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen, she was born with memories of another life - a life where she had seen on a TV Show some of the brutal war known as the Dance of the Dragons. Knowing the fate of Westeros, Vaelyra refuses to be a mere spectator in history. With her wit, ambition, and the advantage of foresight, she devises a daring plan: to claim the Iron Throne for herself. Her greatest ally? Aemond Targaryen, the second son of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower. A boy once mocked for not having a dragon, Aemond's destiny changed the night he claimed Vhagar, the mightiest living dragon in the realm. With Vaelyra whispering in his ear, shaping his ambitions, he becomes more than just the Greens' deadliest weapon-he becomes a king in the making. Together, they forge an alliance that will shake Westeros to its core. But as the Blacks and the Greens wage war, as betrayals and bloodshed mount, one question remains: can they outplay fate itself and seize the Iron Throne? Or will history find a way to right itself, no matter how much they fight against it? The game of dragons has begun. And this time, the board is changed.

Dorne has fallen, and its fiercest weapon-Princess Amaris Martell-is now a political prisoner in King's Landing. Rebellious, untamed, and lethal with a blade, Amaris doesn't bow to anyone. Desperate to rein her in, Queen Alicent assigns her cold and ruthless son, Aemond One-Eye, to keep her in check. But taming the fiery princess might just burn them both. *** 'He towered over her now, his presence suffocating. His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur. "Something tells me," he said, his gaze flicking to her lips, "you like your pleasure with a side of pain." Amaris scoffed, though the flicker of something in her amber eyes betrayed her. "Don't flatter yourself." He leaned closer, his lips curling into a smirk. "I'm quite good at pain. Particularly when you piss me off." His gaze dipped to the dress that clung to her body like a second skin. "Is that why your clothes can't seem to stay on when I'm around, Princess?"'

Giselle is caught up in chaos. Surrounded by danger at every corner when she finds herself trapped in another world full of supernatural creatures and political conflicts. An ancient vampire becomes obsessed with her , hunting her down until the end of time.

" When I saw you for the first time, I knew I won't forget about you easily. And I was right, in those years there was no day or night I haven't thought of you. You are the one who lights my life up, and I would be lost without you."

In that moment, he was willing, more than willing, to submit to her in every possible way. He was her humbled devotee willing to do anything to please her, to satisfy her. He would crawl to her, kneel before her, follow her word as if they were gospel. He would not just worship, he would serve at her every beck and call, devoted to her as the Septons to the Seven.

Jon Snow is stabbed to death by his brothers of the Night's watch, yet the Gods aren't done with him. He is reborn as Jaehaeron Targaryen, son of Daemon Targaryen, and Lyanna Stark. And this time... he knows plenty.