Feyre Stark has been the King's Mage for as long as she could remember, and has been friends with Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen for just as long. In fact, everyone in King's Landing knew of the bond between the girls. Rhaenyra had always known that she loved Feyre. She knew that she loved her so much that she would do anything so that they could stay together forever. But will love be able to overpower duty? THIS IS A SORTA AU EVERYTHING, BESIDES MY OCs, BELONG TO WARNER & HBO! Cover from Pinterest

༻| 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈 |༺ ❝𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲.❞- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦-𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯. When fate intervenes and entwines the bastard spare daughter of Rhaenys Targaryen with the Rogue Prince. 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐯𝐲𝐬 (𝐎𝐂) | 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏| ── •✧• ── ⋆⋅༻✦༺⋅⋆ ── •✧• ── 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 [𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ~ ] ©ixfixite_ | 2024

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! ⋮ ❪ 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘥 ❫ ↳ ❝ ──there has never lived a stark who forgot an oath ──and with house stark, the north will follow. ❞ -── ❪ asoiaf ❫ ── 𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘰𝘤 ❪ house of the dragon series x asoiaf ❫ ──────────── 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 | ©𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗳𝘆

{Book 1} The winds of war howled through the scorched skies of Westeros, carrying the scent of fire and blood. Among the Targaryens, a name whispered through history was not only Rhaenyra's, but that of her younger sister-Velleanna Targaryen. Born in the shadow of a realm divided, Velleanna was not raised to be a queen, but a warrior. While Rhaenyra played the game of thrones, Velleanna sharpened her blade, vowing to be the shield that stood between her sister and the darkness that sought to consume her. From the moment she could walk, Velleanna was drawn to steel and flame, trained by the finest warrior Ser Athony Mormont the Kingsquard. She grew into a fierce protector, a rider of dragons, and a woman forged in loyalty. Through years of war, betrayal, and shifting allegiances, she stood unwavering at her sister's side, her sword a promise of devotion. As the realm spiraled into chaos, with House Targaryen tearing itself apart, Velleanna would be more than a mere footnote in history. She would be the tempest, the firestorm, the sister who chose not the throne, but the woman who rightfully claimed it. And when the dragons screamed and the world burned, she would be there, standing at Rhaenyra's side, ready to carve their fate into the very bones of Westeros. {Velleanna Targaryen x Charlie Hunnam} (SPOILERS ABOUT HOUSE OF THE DRAGON READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !!) ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ,ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ.ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ

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.

When winter comes, her flame will light the way. Growing up in the North was something people did not take for granted; her family ruled the Icelands and the people that came with it. They trained the girls alongside of the boys, knowing the dangers of Winterfell, and when the time came, they would be thankful for that. Winter is coming and Nyssa Ember knew she had to find the strength to tackle all that came with it. The Gods may be just but men were not, she just hoped Robb Stark was. Game of Thrones: Season 1-8 Fem! OC x Robb Stark

Beneath the shadows of fire and steel, Old secrets stir wounds yet to heal. A crown once lost, a path unclear, Blood will flow, and fate draws near. Echoes whisper of swords unsheathed, Of fallen kings and vengeance breathed. The dragon's roar, a haunting call, Kingdoms rise, and kingdoms fall. Where loyalty and treason meet, The bitter taste of dust and defeat. A dance of death, a lover's lie, When honor fades, who dares to die? DISCLAIMER: ALL RIGHTS AND CHARACTERS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R. MARTIN AND MAX. BTW this is my first fanfic + English is not my first, second, or third language.