in which RHAENYS TARGARYEN is a dragon dreamer. When she foresees BAELOR TARGARYEN, Prince of Dragonstone, fall to his demise at Ashford, she changes the course of his fate ── weaving their destinies into a binding entanglement. [ BAELOR BREAKSPEAR X OC ] [ A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS AND ASOIAF UNIVERSE ] [ 2026 ]

In 209 AC, Lady Alysanne Stark, a greenseer, arrives at the Ashford Tourney haunted by a vision she cannot shake - a mace swinging in the dark. She expects nothing from the South. Noise and chaos until she finds Baelor Breakspear - a prince whose quiet honor becomes the first warmth she has felt since her husband's death. Then Aerion Brightflame commits a senseless act of cruelty over a puppet show, forcing Baelor to defend a common hedge knight in a Trial of the Seven. Alysanne watches with mounting dread as the man she loves prepares to face his own kin in a clash of steel and blood. To the realm, the trial is a matter of law. To Alysanne, it is the moment the terrifying shadow from her dreams finally comes true. »»----*.·:·.✧ 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 baelor targaryen x starkfemale!oc #1. ashford #1. asongoficeandfire #1. hedgeknight #1. visions

𓅆 ⋆˚࿔ 𓅆 They called her the 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊-beautiful, beloved, and far too cherished by her father to be treated as a mere pawn. Lady 𝐋𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐧, eldest daughter of Lord Donnel 𝕬𝖗𝖗𝖞𝖓 and Lady Kyra 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐, was meant to wed Lord Oscar Tully. But fate had other plans, and death stole her betrothed before they could say their vows. A year later, the realm is stunned when she is promised to Prince Baelor Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. A political match. A future queen. A prince she was never meant to love. Yet in a kingdom where alliances are forged with blood and broken with fire, Lysierra may discover that destiny has always had plans of its own. Perhaps the gods took away one future because they had written her a greater one. 𓅆 Lysierra drew herself up. "Yes, my father is your loyal subject, Your Grace. But I am still my mother's daughter." A flicker crossed Queen Myriah's face. Lady Kyra smiled openly now. "I am a Stark woman." "If Prince Baelor does not desire me, then I will not allow myself to be tossed around like a rag doll from one arrangement to another." Lord Donnel closed his eyes. "Lysierra..." "And if I ever feel that is what this marriage becomes," she continued, her voice unwavering, "then I shall return to the Vale that very instant." Prince Maekar barked a short laugh. Queen Myriah hid a smile behind her cup. Lysierra met the king's gaze directly. "I may not be a princess, Your Grace, and my father may not be a king like you. But in the Vale, I am treated like one." Silence followed. Lord Donnel looked as though he wished the floor would swallow him. Then, unexpectedly, King Daeron laughed. A warm, surprised laugh. "My lady," he said, "you sound very much like your mother." Lady Kyra raised her goblet.

"History had already been written. She simply refused to accept the ending." Lothriel, the immortal daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, has spent centuries haunted by visions of another world-a world of dragons, prophecy, and a family destined to destroy itself. When she arrives in Westeros during Laena Velaryon's funeral, everything changes. With Smaug at her side, she heals King Viserys, restoring his youth and giving him something he never thought possible: time. Time to unite his family, expose those who have manipulated his court, prepare Rhaenyra to become the queen she must be, and prevent the Dance of the Dragons before it can begin. But changing history is never simple. As Lothriel becomes Hand of the King, she must navigate a court that fears magic, an ancient conspiracy within the Citadel, and two Targaryen princes whose souls have been bound to hers long before either world existed. One kingdom. Two soulmates. And a future no longer written in fire and blood. ✨ Features: • Daughter of Galadriel & Celeborn • Lothriel × Aegon II × Daemon (Soulmate AU) • Smaug in Westeros 🐉 • Healed & Younger Viserys • Lothriel as Hand of the King • No Dance of the Dragons • Targaryen Family Healing • Father-Son Healing (Viserys & Aegon) • Daemon as a Father • Rhaenyra Character Growth • Alicent Healing Arc • Otto Hightower Gets Consequences • Ancient Elven Magic × Old Valyria • Political Intrigue • Romance • Family • Dragons • Magic • Major Canon Divergence / Alternate Universe

A final daughter born of Alicent Hightower and Viserys I Targaryen was never meant to exist. Born in the image of Alyssa Targaryen herself, save for the fact she entered the world blind, Princess Aenora was seen as a punishment by her mother and a miracle by her father. Where Alicent saw regret, Viserys saw love. Where the realm saw weakness, Daemon saw the ghost of the mother he barely knew. Cast aside by her own blood and claimed by dragonfire, Aenora Targaryen becomes the heart of a war that will tear her family apart. For when dragons dance, the fate of the realm will not rest on kings or queens-but on the blind princess who should have never been born.

Princess Aelora Targaryen was never anyone's favorite. The youngest child of King Viserys I Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower, born only four moons after Prince Aemond, she was always treated as if she were still a child. Overlooked by her parents and overshadowed by her siblings, Aelora found comfort in the one side of the family she was expected to resent. Especially one prince. Daemon Targaryen. What begins as admiration soon grows into something far more dangerous. In a family where loyalty is tested and every choice has consequences, Aelora must decide whether following her heart is worth risking everything.

The reign of King Viserys Targaryen brought years of prosperity to the Seven Kingdoms. Dragons still nested upon Dragonstone, and the power of House Targaryen remained unchallenged. Yet the Red Keep had never been a place of simple peace. Courts thrive on watchful eyes and careful alliances, and every prince, princess, and lord understood that the future of the realm would one day rest on the question of succession. Within those same halls moves Nythera Targaryen, the king's eldest daughter, a princess who has grown up observing the quiet games of power played around the Iron Throne. Few men move through the court with less regard for its rules than Prince Daemon Targaryen, the king's brother, whose reputation precedes him wherever he goes. Their paths cross often enough to draw notice. In a house where blood runs close and traditions are seldom followed as the rest of the realm might wish, such familiarity rarely remains without consequence. And the Red Keep, as many have learned before them, is not a place where dangerous things stay hidden forever.

'𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆? 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆? [ 𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 ] [ 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 𝒙 𝒅𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 ]

Layarah Targaryen. She lived in the North for her own safety after her father and mother died and the end of her family reign. Her time in the North wasn't pleasant. Terrible of thing have happened to the girl which she tried to forget but she couldn't. She wasn't able to pick her clothes, the way her hair is styled or what she ate. She was tired of being controlled and not having anything to say all because she was a woman. But then she was married off to a Lannister. A snarky, golden Lion. Jaime Lannister. Layarah hated to Lannister's after everything the family had done to hers. Yet once she met and had gotten to know Jaime not the Kingslayer but Jaime Lannister she had quickly fallen in love with the Lord. When the Days grew the more she realized she needed to make a change in the world. She was going to regain her throne back. And become the Natural Queen she was destined to be. So she needed to be careful with how she played the Game of Thrones knowing every steps can be the cause of her death. "I'm afraid." Jaime spoke. Layarah furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Jaime looked at her facial expression and sighed. He wanted her to understand that the Jaime who she was married to was gone, he wasn't that man anymore. The man who she fought for when he was gone, the man who she craved, the man who she loved. He was gone. "Afraid of what?" Layarah asked softly. She placed her palm on Jaime's cheek caressing it. Jaime looked down to the ground embarrassed. He wanted to please her and so much more but he just couldn't. "You'd realize you loved me more with my hand." Layarah stared blankly at her husband. She never could stop loving him even if she tried. He was the love of her life, even if she didn't realize it yet. Layarah let out a laugh. Jaime stared at her blankly, he didn't know what was so funny. EDITING Season 1-8

They say the dragon has three heads. The red dragon on black-the banner of House Targaryen-has always borne three heads. And the tales we know? They tell us of two. There's Daenerys Targaryen, the exiled princess who rose from the ashes of her husband with three dragons and a spine of Valyrian steel. She conquered cities, broke chains, and ruled hearts-only to be destroyed in the arms of love. And then there's Jon Snow-or rather, Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark. The by-product of rebellion. The hidden heir. The reluctant king. The man who killed his own queen. A Stark raised in silence. A Targaryen bathed in tragedy. They say the gods flip a coin for every Targaryen born. One side, greatness. The other, madness. And this generation? They say the coin only ever landed on madness. But what if there was a third head? No, not Viserys. His ghost doesn't belong in the future. I speak of another. Born in the heat of war, wrapped in the blood of dragon and sand, was Princess Visenya Nymeros Targaryen Martell-the youngest child of Elia Martell and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. Born mere hours-maybe minutes-before the sack of King's Landing. Too late to be saved with her siblings. Too early to die with her mother. She was sent away in silence, swaddled in urgency, and raised not in exile-but under flame-wrought protection. With her mother's sun-kissed fire and her father's dragon blood, she grew into a force the realm had forgotten to fear. But fear her they would. She would become Visenya the Conqueror, second of her name, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, born of Rhoynar and Valyria. And she would do what Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters once began- But she would finish it. She would raise a Triarchy. She would forge an Empire. So if you dare to follow the story of the dragon the world almost forgot- Turn the page. The flames are waiting.