Maegor Targaryen, segundo filho do rei Viserys com a falecida rainha Aemma, sempre soube o que queria e como conseguir: garantir que sua irmã Rhaenyra fosse a única herdeira do trono e conquistar a princesa Helaena, custe o que custar. Determinado e implacável, Maegor caminha por um mundo de intrigas e traições com a certeza de que nada poderá detê-lo. Helaena, princesa sonhadora e incompreendida, encontra nele mais do que proteção - encontra coragem, compreensão e um amor que a desafia a ser verdadeira consigo mesma. Mas em uma corte onde lealdades são frágeis e cada decisão pode ser mortal, se entregar a esse sentimento é tão perigoso quanto conquistar o trono. Entre paixões proibidas e jogos de poder, Maegor e Helaena descobrirão que, às vezes, a maior conquista não é o poder, mas a liberdade de amar quem se deseja - mesmo que o mundo inteiro esteja contra você.

Lady Alicent se casó con sir Harwin Strong poco después de la muerte de la reina Aemma. Alicent se quedó como dama de la princesa, pero todo se desmoronó cuando el primogenito de Rhaenyra y sir Laenor nació, un niño con apariencia Strong. Ese dia Alicent decidió vengarse ¿Y qué mejor manera de hacerlo que seducir al príncipe canalla? Será que Alicent pueda cumplir su cometido de seducir a su primo, o resultará ella siendo la seducida Acto I: Seduciendo un canalla Acto II: ? Acto III: ?

Rhaenor es el primogénito de Viserys Targaryen, el rey. Fácilmente fue el heredero, pero sus acciones obligaron que se le quitara el título y se le fuera entregado a su hermana menor, Rhaenyra Targaryen. Donde su odio fue compartido por Alicent Hightower, quien conocía desde que era muy pequeña. Donde un amor saldrá a luz antes de la Danza de Dragones

ASOIAF ✶ ALICENT HIGHTOWER × MALE!OC Mas Alicent Hightower era seu desejo mais perigoso - longe da queima da forja, mas na corte, onde vestidos ostentosos e títulos lutavam por reconhecimento. Há rumores persistentes que ele tenha fixado seus olhares sobre a filha do Senhor da Torre mesmo após a cerimônia que ela tornou-se rainha, esposa de Viserys I. Fosse por amor ou pelo despudor, ou unicamente a fúria que ardia e seu espírito de fogo, ele a desejou. E há aqueles que dizem que, ainda que em matrimônio com o rei, a paixão de Vaekor não contentou-se. Mas se o Príncipe Vaekor ousou desonrar o rei Viserys, seu próprio irmão, ou se tais relatos não passam de calúnias infundadas de verdade, ninguém é capaz de abonar.

Daemon crawled up Alicent's body, fixing himself between her legs as he nipped along her neck. His hand cupped her breast, pinching her nipple. "I'm going to fill you up," He sunk his long fat cock inside her core, giving her no time to adjust, his hand finding its way to your neck, squeezing slightly. Each thrust hit that exact spot inside Queen Alicent in such a delectable way, making her mouth open in a silent cry. "Seven Gods... Daemon.. fuck!" "Look at you, all cockdrunk on my cock," his thrusts increased in pace, moving her knees to her shoulders. as he hit so deep inside of Alicent, stretching her cunt so good. "Daemon! Ah! Ah!" "Who owns this pussy, Viserys or me?" Daemon asked in-between thrusts. "Y-you!" Alicent moans. Daemon's face scrunched in pleasure, his hair fanning around his face "Fuck! you feel so good wrapped around me, your cunt taking me so well....Hightower." his words already building another orgasm. "Oh...Fuck me Daemon!" Alicent moans as his thrusts becoming sloppy, he fucked her through both of her highs, bottoming out. She could feel him twitch with each spurt soiling her womb with his dragon's seed. ASHES OF THE CROWN, tells the tale in the heart of the Red Keep, hate ignites desire. Alicent Hightower, daughter of the Hand, is drawn to the the rogue prince, Daemon Targaryen. When piety dances with rebellion, the flames of lust consume duty. She was the Queen cloaked in green. He was the rogue Prince wrapped in shadow. And when their bodies met in secrecy, the realm itself trembled beneath the weight of their betrayal. Daemon and Alicent's affair begins in the shadows, a dance of contempt and longing, birthing bastards claimed by another. While the realm watches Rhaenyra rise as heir, Daemon and Alicent burn in silence, vowing to end their forbidden love. But when desire turns to devotion, and secrets unravel, their passion sets the realm ablaze, and the crown turns to ash. All rights reserved Lewa Kulture 2025

❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐢 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐨. 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬, '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞. ❞ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ ALICENT HIGHTOWER X MALE!TARGARYEN!OC

The Dance of Dragons has begun. The war is not over. The dynastic struggle between Black and Green reaches its destructive peak, locking both factions into an all-out war for the Iron Throne. Diplomacy collapses entirely, and old betrayals curdle into unbridled ambition, plunging Westeros into an era of raw violence where no one, highborn or low is safe. The bloody naval and aerial Battle of the Gullet leaves tragic losses on both sides, and in its wake, Queen Rhaenyra herself is transformed shedding the empathy that once defined her to embrace an unyielding, merciless pursuit of dominance. Dragons and armies clash across the realm, and Westeros is left to reckon with the true cost of absolute power and total war. The throne is claimed. But peace is not. The Greens are scattered, still rebellious in defeat; the Blacks have paid for their victory in blood and grief of their own. Beyond the Red Keep's walls, the war has not truly ended so much as gone to ground. Traitors who slipped the noose still move through the realm, and Eros will not call his crown secure while any of them still draw breath, and the hunt for them burns as quietly and as relentlessly as anything happening behind his chamber doors. And in the cold, gilded cage of the Red Keep, a new war begins, one fought behind closed doors. Prince Eros Velaryon, newly crowned king, rules with dragonfire in his veins and vengeance in his blood. And now he lives among his greatest enemies, keeping them close under lock and key, within the very walls they once called home. They are his captives. His trophies. His torment. But power twists, and so does desire. As days bleed into dangerous nights, the line between hate and hunger blurs, and what begins as punishment curdles slowly into obsession. What was once war may yet ignite a fire far more devastating than any dragon's breath. In the game of crowns, hearts are the most treacherous weapons of all. All Rights Reserved Lewa Kulture 2024