Jaecaera and Aegon were complete opposites. They were like ice and fire, the moon and the sun, Night and Day. That was true throughout their lives both now and future. Where House Targaryen and Velaryon along with a few other people from the Kingdoms are brought to react to the next lives of Jaecaera and Aegon and find that the two were always destined to burn together. HOTD x The Folk of The Air Book 2 in " The Kingdom of Glass" series Created By • HOTSW •

Jaehaera Targaryen was supposed to die-at the age of ten, and just like her mother, impaled upon the iron spikes of Maegor's Holdfast. But as fate, or perhaps the gods, would have it, she survived. Or at least, she survived long enough to leave her mark on the court, its lords and ladies, her family, and her husband. She survived long enough to give her quiet, grieving king a son and heir-a piece of her to remain at his side long after she was gone. A child who bore her eyes and her face. A child who would remind Aegon III of the queen he had once resented, grown to love, and ultimately lost. The mournful king would come to believe the price too high. Whispers in the court said he wished the queen had lived, and not the boy. But none could change the fact: she was dead, and year by year, the king seemed to fade-chasing the ghost of the girl who had haunted his childhood and ruled his heart. When a wish made by a son-Daeron Targaryen, the Young Dragon-asks only that his father might have known happiness, he and figures of legend, history, and blood are summoned to bear witness to the past, the present, and what might have been. A tale of sorrow, survival, and a love that was never simple, but always real. "Book 4 in "The Kingdom of Glass" Series

There were some at court who said Princess Ceryse Targaryen had been born with the light of Oldtown in her veins. Perhaps it was because she had come from the Hightower itself, raised beneath smoke-gray skies and the watchful gaze of the Citadel, where knowledge carried as much power as swords. Or perhaps it was because she moved through the Red Keep with the quiet grace of a woman who understood far more than she ever allowed others to see. At thirty-five, Ceryse stood at the heart of the royal family as wife to Prince Baelor Breakspear, heir to the Iron Throne and beloved son of King Daeron. She had once arrived at court as a girl of fifteen in silks too grand for her slight frame, brought by ambitious kin who dreamed of placing a Hightower queen beside the Iron Throne. No one had expected the prince himself to fall in love with her. Least of all Ceryse. Yet love had come quietly, beginning not in ballrooms or tourneys, but in rainstorms and long conversations, in shared rides across kingswood trails and laughter before hearth fires. Even now, when sorrow had carved itself deep into them both, Baelor still looked at her as though she were the first beautiful thing he had ever seen. And Ceryse still loved him enough to fear losing him more than death itself. She was known as a clever woman, though never loud about it. Raised amongst maesters and septons, she understood politics as easily as breathing and possessed the rare ability to make herself underestimated when it suited her. But it was not ambition that ruled Ceryse. It was love. And as whispers of succession, prophecy, and unrest began to spread through the Seven Kingdoms, Ceryse could feel the fragile peace around her family beginning to crack. The Red Keep had destroyed stronger people than her. Still, when Princess Ceryse Hightower knelt to pray each night, she did so not for crowns or glory, but for one simple mercy. Let the people I love survive what is coming.

Las últimas lunas no han sido amables con él. En pocos días ha perdido a su buena hermana, ha sido eliminado de la línea de sucesión y se ha convertido en una carga para su hermano y para el resto del reino. Incluso la euforia de haberse librado de su horrible matrimonio con Rhea ha durado poco, ya que su hermano anuló una unión para formar otra. Con la hija de Otto Hightower, el mismo hombre responsable de todo el lío en primer lugar. Verdaderamente, tal vez la novia misma fue la mejor parte del matrimonio. O donde Daemon intenta sacar el máximo partido a su nuevo matrimonio en un intento de molestar a quienes considera responsables de que haya perdido el título de heredero, y descubre que podría disfrutarlo más de lo que pensaba. Alicent está confundida. ________________________________________________________ ✎Esta historia no me pertenece yo sólamente me encargo de traducirla al Español solo con el fin de entretenimiento ✎todos los créditos a autor original "Anonymous", en Ao3 pueden encontrar su perfil 我是[🍓]𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖆アンディ.

── ❝ GLITCH ❞ ── ▬▬▬ daemon targaryen x fem!oc Eles nunca deveriam ter funcionado a longo prazo - Valya o viu pela primeira vez e apreciou sua personalidade atrevida e seus sorrisos maliciosos, "mas só isso". Ele também era charmoso (com um grande O no final). Daemon tinha aquele brilho impávido nos olhos mesmo com a ascendência meticulosamente aristocrática, como quem não se importa com nada. Ele era o irmão do meio de seu melhor amigo e um passatempo deveras intrigante, que acabou tornando-se uma companhia constante. Alguns meses de férias em Nevada transformaram-se em um relacionamento permanente na Irlanda e, nos anos após, na Inglaterra. Mas Valya sente, como uma úlcera virulenta provocando seu estômago, que eles criaram uma redoma que não permite mais que nenhum dos dois se sinta feliz ou com aquela vivacidade do princípio. Lentamente, o relacionamento de Daemon e Valya está desmoronando.

In a world governed by power and blood, Rhaenyra Targaryen has been a pawn twice over. First as the doomed heir to the Iron Throne and later as Rhae Potter, the girl raised to die for the greater good. Reborn into her first life at the age of seven, she refuses to let history repeat itself. With no intention of fighting for a throne that only promises agony, Rhaenyra plots her escape as well as her mother's. Her path crosses with an unlikely ally whilst in Essos: Prince Qoren Martell. To the world, he is a young prince in the shadow of a regent, but he is actually Baelor Targaryen reincarnated. Burdened by the memories of a past life and the guilt of a realm he once tried to save, Qoren understands the cost of Targaryen blood better than anyone. Bound by their shared pasts and a mutual disdain for the machinations of King's Landing, they enter into a marriage of passion and devotion they had never known. In a world of fire and blood, Rhaenyra and Baelor have finally chosen peace at any cost.

After the death of their beloved daughter, Saenyra, Daemon and Laena were devastated, however, unbeknownst to them, the targaryen-velaryon was reborn as Sally Jackson. The mother of Persehone Amphitrite Jackson, whose life they will be watching. The Goddess of Demigods. [female!percy x male!annabeth]

The people of Westeros have much to learn before they face the long night, so the Valyrian and the Old Gods decide to give them a glimpse of what becomes of House Stark and the descendant of Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen in modern world. Now, they must witness the life of Amaryllis Stark, daughter of Howard & Maria Stark. The Iron Man. [female!toni stark x multiple]

The House of the Dragon was devastated after the death of Lucerya Velaryon. Unbeknownst to them, the girl was reborn in a galaxy far, far away. Now the Force brings House Targayen, and those from the times of the Clone Wars, and a few from the future to watch what became of the little girl. Now, they must witness the life of Luke Skywalker, daughter of Anakin Skywalker & Padme Amidala. The Hope. [female!Luke Skywalker x Din Djarin]

Alicent Hightower died as nothing more than a grieving mother. She spent her final days haunted by the screams of her children and the realization that she was merely a pawn in her father's pursuit of a throne. When she wakes in 101 AC, she is no longer that girl. Carrying the memories of her first life and the soul of Alicent Potter, the Master of Death from a world much different than the one she was familiar with, she refuses to be a martyr again. While Otto Hightower calculates which Targaryen bed will best serve his ambition, Alicent is already rewriting her fate. She rejects the crown and orchestrates a marriage to Garlan Tyrell: the heir to Highgarden. But the blood of Valyria is restless. As the decades pass, the Targaryens begin to wake from fever dreams of a future that never was. Those collective dreams turns into a dark obsession as the Targaryens become fixated on the Lady of Highgarden. At the same time, the realm fractures. Without a common enemy in the Greens, the dynasty splits from within. Team Black rallies behind Rhaenyra's claim while Team Blue gathers under the wealth and might of Laena Velaryon and her children.