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.

❝ king of my heart, body and soul. ❞ .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. ━━━━ ❮ IF YOU told jace that love came with a price, he would've laughed at you and shook his head. but when his eyes found eudora's once more, he'll have to second guess his laugh. ❏ jacaerys velaryon x oc ❏ romance . drama ❏ spoilers for house of the dragon ❮☾ #2 in jacevelaryon , 12/26/22 ❯ ❮☾ #14 in strong , 07/30/24 ❯ ❮☾ #9 in jacaerys , 08/13/24 ❯ ❮☾ #9 in jacevelaryon , 08/18/24 ❯ ❮☾ #1 in jacevelaryon , 08/22/24 ❯ ❮☾ #1 in velaryon , 09/04/24 ❯ ❮☾ #6 in jacaerys , 09/04/24 ❯ ❮☾ #5 in houseofthedragonfanfic , 09/05/24 ❯ ❮☾ #1 in rhaenyratargaryen , 03/26/25 ❯

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; when we die, our bodies return to the earth from which they came. ✰ ✰ ✰ (Seasons 1-?) I do not own HOTD. All rights go to the creator!

"why would I choose one? I want them both, so I'll have them both. ask me again and I'll have one kill you. " "..." "you're dismissed." { in which the daughter of Rhaenyra bewitches the two Green princes and single-handedly makes History }

" We will be friends forever right?" " Of course" " Are you scared of me, niece?" " No Uncle Aemond, I'm not" " You keep getting older and more beautiful" " Yes, I see time doesn't age well for you Uncle Aegon" From the moment Visenya Velaryon was born, she was kicking and screaming, her grandfather knew she was a dragon. She was the precious jewel to everyone, even her uncles.