"I am no longer fragile; I am furious." Daerys Targaryen, the second and last child of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, lives her life impulsively. Beloved in court, she enjoys all the freedom that her youth and being a dragonrider affords her. When her father and stepmother, Queen Alicent, inform Daerys of her duty to wed her half-brother Aegon, she is less than pleased. As Daerys is thrust from her gleeful youth, she begins to see that the court of the Red Keep is not as kind as it seemed. With war looming on the horizon, each choice she makes could either raise her to the Iron Throne itself or cause her to stumble into nothingness. *Not an Aegon ii fic* *Begun August 2024, finished November 2025.* *160,000-165,000 words*

Born in the same summer of 92 A.C, Alerya Tyrell of Highgarden and Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown were matched long before either understood the weight of duty. Their betrothal in 110 A.C was a political stitch meant to bind Tyrell neutrality to Hightower ambition, but their wedding in 112 A.C held a gentler truth: two young souls trying to carve a place for themselves in a realm already shifting beneath their feet. The court was still bright with tournaments, feasts, the illusion of peace. But Queen Aemma Arryn's death cracked that illusion, and the realm began its slow descent into faction and fire. Alicent Hightower's marriage to King Viserys brought the Greens into power; Rhaenyra's marriage to Laenor Velaryon strengthened the Blacks. Children were born on both sides, each one a new thread in the tapestry of conflict. Alerya found herself caught between loyalties. She was Gwayne's wife, yes, but she was also a Tyrell, and House Tyrell refused to choose a side. In Oldtown, neutrality was treated like treason. Ormund Hightower made no effort to hide his disdain, his cold glances reminding her daily that she was not truly one of them. Her presence was tolerated only because Gwayne loved her. Only Daeron Targaryen, her nephew by marriage, showed her warmth. He visited her chambers with books and questions, treating her as kin rather than a political inconvenience. His kindness was a small light in a household that had grown increasingly hostile. When the Dance of the Dragons erupted in 129 A.C, Gwayne rode to war beneath the green banners of his nephew, King Aegon II. Alerya watched him leave Oldtown's gates, her heart clenched tight. He kissed her once and promised he would return. She held onto that promise even as the realm burned. HOTD FANFIC! GWAYNE HIGHTOWER X FEM OC! (IM NOT TRYING TO ERASE HIS SEXUALITY! I HAD THE FIC PLANNED BEFORE WE KNEW HE WAS GAY AND I JUST WANT TO WRITE IT😭) Cover by me

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.

─── ❀ In the history of Westeros, there has only ever been one babe born from the blood of House Targaryen and House Stark. It was a daughter named, Vaelora Targaryen. ִֶָ☾.𓃦 Vaelora Targaryen X Jacearys Velaryon Started: June 23rd of 2026 Finished :

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ ────────────────── .˚ᵎ┊ ashes of the crown ⋆.ೃ࿔:･❝ history remembers kings. it forgets the women who loved them. ❞ 　　　　　「 in which the rogue prince's 　　　　　 daughter grows beside dragons, 　　　　　 falls in love with the prince 　　　　　 who should have been king, 　　　　　 and learns that every crown 　　　　　 leaves nothing behind 　　　　　 but ashes. 」 ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ jacaerys velaryon × female oc #1 in #jacaerysvelaryon

Aemma está cansada de que Viserys solo la vea como una incubadora. Había perdido a muchos hijos, y ya no iba a soportar perder a uno más. No cuando vio la ambición de Viserys y la determinación de abrirla como si de un animal se tratase. Se mostró reacia cuando Viserys trató de encamarase una vez más para dejarla embarazada. Ella declaró que ya no se sometería a más dolor y solo iba a disfrutar ver a su pequeña Rhaenyra crecer. Un día después, Viserys declaró ser como su ancestro; Aegon el conquistador. Por lo que tomaría a una segunda esposa para que le diera herederos dignos. Aemma ya no iba a permitir que Viserys la pisoteara, y con ayuda de sus amados primos iba a hacer que Viserys y los Hightower pudieran la muerte. Alicent Hightower rezaría por morir en la cama de parto.

-La sangre decide quién eres. La lealtad decide quién serás. 🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂 Saelyra Targaryen nació para obedecer. La hija menor del rey fue obligada a casarse con su propio hermano, el príncipe Aemond Targaryen, con el único propósito de preservar la sangre de su casa. De aquella unión nació un hijo, pero nunca el amor. Tras la muerte del rey Viserys y la usurpación del Trono de Hierro, Saelyra comprende que el reino está al borde de una guerra. Con su pequeño hijo en brazos, abandona Desembarco del Rey y deja atrás a la única familia que ha conocido para buscar refugio en Rocadragón, jurando lealtad a la verdadera heredera: la reina Rhaenyra Targaryen. Sin embargo, en una guerra donde la sangre enfrenta a la sangre, no todos los enemigos llevan una espada... ni todos los aliados permanecen intactos. Mientras los dragones cubren el cielo con fuego y cenizas, Saelyra descubrirá que incluso en medio de la guerra todavía puede existir un lugar para la esperanza... y para el amor.

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒┃ ❝ Estamos en lados opuestos en la pelea de nuestras vidas ❞ Ella lo odiaba, él la odiaba a ella. Lo única característica que compartían era el aprecio por la familia, el amor por sus seres queridos y por su Casa. Aquello los obligaría a trabajar en conjunto y olvidar sus diferencias por primera vez. La guerra apareció, el dolor y la sangre mancharon el honor de su casa y cuando los dragones empezaron a morir. Ella supo una cosa, no podía permitir que eso siguiera y solo vio una opción factible. El reloj que aquella bruja le otorgó, viajar al pasado y modificar los sucesos que desencadenaron la grieta que rompió a la Casa Targaryen. Lástima que no podía hacerlo sola. El reloj la unía al primogénito de su media hermana y solo con él podría hacer que funcionara. La lucha de sus vidas se acercaba y debían ganar; no existía otra opción. ━ house of the dragon fanfiction ━ jacaerys velaryon x original character

"I'll pretend you'll stay forever lay me down, ghostly sounds haunt the hallways as he wraps me around" - a knight of the season kingdoms season one: completed status - (ongoing) 2/21/2026 - disclaimer: i do not own the a song of ice and fire franchise i only own my oc and any other oc i make up

Era una llama que no podía apagar, un deseo que se arraigaba en mi pecho como espinas ardientes. Cada vez que sus ojos, plateados como la luna, se cruzaban con los míos, algo dentro de mí se rompía y se reconstruía en el mismo aliento. No era amor, no podía serlo, era algo más oscuro, más primitivo. Era la necesidad de poseerla, de tomar lo que ella escondía tras su coraza de acero. Su presencia era un veneno dulce, y yo, como un hombre perdido, bebía de su silencio, de su resistencia, soñando con el día en que la haría arder para mí, solo para mí.