(Book I) Hidden from the court and the world, Seraphina Vaelryon grows up in Dorne, a hidden child of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Laenor Velaryon. Sent away under the lie of a rare "dragon scale deformity," she is raised in isolation-except by her father and the Dornish royal family, who love her as their own. A prodigy in battle, diplomacy, and leadership, Seraphina earns the fierce loyalty of Dorne's people, becoming their beloved little princess, truly adored where her mother's name "The Realms Delight" rings hollow in the hearts of many, noble and commoner alike. But when Laenor dies suddenly in King's Landing, a shadow of suspicion follows her: could her Mother's ambition have played a deadly role in her father's death? With only questions and a legacy to uphold, Seraphina returns to the capital years later, dragon and phoenix at her side, to defend her family's honor and assert the strength of House Velaryon. Caught in a web of ambition, deceit, and desire, she must navigate a treacherous court-and a dangerous love triangle. Prince Daemon Targaryen sees in her the reflection of everything he loves and hates about her mother, while Prince Aemond Targaryen's ambition burns as fiercely as her own. In a realm built on bloodlines and lies, Seraphina must choose not only her loyalty, but her heart-and forge her own destiny from the ashes of betrayal. ---

''A dragon is neither male nor female'' Rhaenyra Targaryen died in the jaws of a dragon, watching her legacy turn to ash while the realm she bled for crumbled. But the gods-or the fire-are not finished with her. Waking in the body of her six-year-old self, Rhaenyra is a ghost in a child's skin, possessed of a lifetime of grief and the cold wisdom of a fallen Queen. Armed with the secrets of a future that hasn't happened yet, Rhaenyra sets out to purge the vipers from her court and reclaim the throne before the first drop of blood is ever spilled.

31st October **** The day Rhae Mikaelson/Black died and Rhaella Targaryen was born. This will be a Crossover of HP, TO And GOT.

Crimson Witch in which Réalta Black plays the Game of Thrones "Oh, you're drunk." He nodded. "And you're my wife." He shouted. "What?" I whispered. "You kidnapped me." "Because I want to make you as my wife." "What the hell did you drink?" Harry Potter / Game of Thrones / A Song of Ice and Fire © Jaeger_sjjv

This is the tale of Visenya Targaryen. No-not the Conqueror. Everyone knows the marriage between Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce was forged in resentment and sharpened by pride. But history forgets what followed a drunken night, a careless insult, and a child conceived in fury. A daughter. From the moment she drew breath, it was as if she had been chosen. Vhagar herself yields an egg for her cradle. Daemon understands the omen. His blood. His fire. Visenya Ingrid Targaryen-Lady of Runestone. Bride of Winterfell. Regent of the North. Rider of a sapphire dragon nearly the size of Vhagar herself. When the Dance of the Dragons begins, she is not a pawn in her father's war. She is the storm above it. Gods may flip coins for Targaryens. Visenya makes her own fate.

They died as heroes. After defeating Lord Voldemort, Amora Potter and her twin brother Harry Potter expected peace. Instead, they were given something else. A second life. Reborn into the dangerous world of dragons, kings, and bloodlines, they awaken as the children of Queen Alicent Hightower-two heirs marked by the gods themselves. One, a prince destined for power. The other... something far more unsettling. With eyes of emerald and amethyst, Amora Targaryen is not like the others. She remembers. Not everything. Not yet. But enough to know this world is just as cruel as the last. As the court begins to fracture and whispers of prophecy and power spread, the twins become the center of something far greater than themselves. Faith. Fear. Fire. And war. Because in a kingdom where the gods have made their presence known- No one is safe. And this time? Amora will not lose everything again.

After the Great Council, King Jaehaerys decided to gather his family to confess. His confession would forever change the dynamics of House Targaryen. They said the only thing that could bring down the House of the Dragon was itself. Years later, when Otto Hightower finally believes he has the upper hand, the marriage of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen changes the game.

╰┈➤ ❝ "When you know precisely which words will lead to which betrayals, the game is no longer one of skill, but of swift, decisive elimination." ❞ ╰┈➤ ❝ "My ancestors wasted their gold on wars and dragons. I shall spend mine on silk from Qarth, spices from Yi Ti, and a crown that makes the very sun jealous. This time, the dragon will hoard what truly matters." ❞ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Or a materialistic girl from the modern world is reborn as Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Saeloria Targaryen is a paradox made flesh-the youngest dragonrider in Valyrian history, the golden princess of House Targaryen, the firstborn child of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, and the elder sister of Rhaenyra. She is everything a legend should remember. There is only one problem. Saeloria Targaryen was never meant to exist. In another life, she was Aaliyah-a modern girl whose death should have been the end. Instead, she awakens before a radiant dragon goddess, one of the Fourteen Flames, who offers her an impossible gift: a second life, granted on the whim of a careless, dying remark. Reborn in fire and blood, Aaliyah becomes Saeloria, the Golden Princess, and finds herself at the heart of a family already teetering on the edge of ruin. Armed with knowledge of what is to come, she takes it upon herself to change fate, to protect those destined to fall, and to rewrite a history steeped in betrayal, grief, and war. But the world of dragons is not so easily reshaped.

Visenya Targaryen, the eldest surviving child of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, was always expected to rule by everyone-until her father began calling her "his fiery curse." Born with a temperament more dragon than human, she's too fierce, too honest, and too ready for blood in the eyes of a king who prefers peace. When Aemma dies giving birth to Rhaenyra's stillborn brother, and the King names Rhaenyra his heir instead, the realm sees it for what it is: a deliberate rejection of the daughter most fit to rule. But Visenya does not kneel quietly. She turns and does things her way. And when Marriage is on the horizon she wants to marry a man who can match her and so they look North where men are warriors. It's as if it was written by the Gods, Visneya the Unchosen was the Chosen one all along.