UNDER HEAVY EDITING (Edited chapters will have gifs at the beginning of them to signal that they have been edited.) ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ❖❖❖ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ❛𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘭𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳.❜ ❛𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺? 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴?❜ ❛𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨.❜ ❛𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭.❜ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ❖❖❖ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Draco Malfoy & Cedric Diggory romances All Rights Reserved ©erubescere 2015

𝐍𝐈𝐋 | « No matter what, I will prevail. »

Jayme Baratheon was born for the throne- trained by King Robert himself, raised to lead, and named his heir in a will no one ever saw. But when her father dies, her crown is stolen by her younger brother Joffrey... and her life becomes the next thing on the chopping block. Betrayed by her mother and hunted by her own blood, Jayme flees King's Landing with nothing but a name and a target on her back. Desperate and alone, she seeks help from Robb Stark-the only king who hasn't lied to her. She expected protection. She didn't expect love. But war is coming, and in a world where thrones are bought in blood, even a crownless princess has a price on her head.

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."

"𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥." 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗔𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗮 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻 desperately tries to find out which side of the coin she is destined for, and if she is destined for one is her brother destined for the other? Will the princess thrive and bask in her glory or will she descend into chaos and be labeled as another mad Targaryen... 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿 - I do not own house of the dragon, it's characters or plot, they all belong to George RR Martin, Warner brothers and hbo. I do however own my oc's and their plots. fem! oc x male! oc fem! oc x aemond targaryen

He had such dangerous hands, that rarely even touched a weapon. When the death of a good lord shatters the realm's fragile peace, the King's scattered bastards remain - living, breathing secrets. Two bastards of a stag crown find their fates entwined with a realm's ambitions by the very blood that has always marked them as outsider. He could not deny nor downplay it. her ambitions were alarming. a bastard child who can be nothing could also be everything. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ game of thrones oc centered fanfiction. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ sandor clegane and petyr baelish as love interests.

❝ to ravage, to slaughter, to usurp under false titles, they call empire; and where they make a desert, they call it peace ❞. in which the second daughter of the king can't bear to live an ordinary life. team green targaryen oc (multiple love interests).

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊 " a butchered tongue still singin' here , above the ground . " ׂ╰┈➤ game of thrones fan fiction (seasons 1-8) ׂ╰┈➤ jaime Lannister x fem!oc ׂ╰┈➤ arthur Dayne x fem!oc ׂ╰┈➤ Jon snow x fem!oc ׂ╰┈➤ Robb Stark x fem!oc ׂ╰┈➤ Tywin Lannister x fem!oc ׂ╰┈➤ male!oc x fem!oc ׂ╰┈➤ I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES !

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.

She was never meant to burn. But when Carlisle Cullen made the impossible choice to turn a dying girl, he didn't realize he was igniting something the world had never seen. Vivienne St. Claire was meant to die in 1974 - fragile, fevered, too human for a world at war. Instead, she woke in flames. A vampire unlike any other. Eyes still blue. Blood still bound to the sun. And a heart that never forgave the man who gave her eternity. She vanished. Decades passed. She tried to forget the Cullens. But the Cullens never forgot her. Until a new war rises, this time not from bombs, but from the volturi. And the only weapon strong enough to stop them is the girl Carlisle once called his daughter. Now Vivienne is back. With fire in her hands. Light in her veins. And a family she never asked for waiting in the ashes. What burns brighter - vengeance or the blood you share?