Enola being Lord Otto Hightower youngest and favorite daughter with 15 years of age, younger than her sister Alicent by 2 years and princess Rhaenarya by 1. Growing up she was always with them all of the time but never really engaging with them much seeing as she was much more tame than them even more than her older sister and also being so wise for her age and that's one of the many reasons of why she was the closest to her father seeing as she can listen to him and all of his problems even going to giving him her opinion and advice on them. So when queen Aemma died, her father suggest for her to go comfort the king in his grieve as he saw that she was fit to become queen and will do right by the realm and it's king but what he didn't or anyone expect is for her and king Viserys to really fall in love with each other changing the fate of the whole kingdom with this love story and what he or really anyone know is that a prince and a princess are burning with jealousy seeing her with the king. Enola Hightower x Viserys Targaryen (Published: 9th June 23) (Completed: 7th May 24)

After the death of his son, Baelon, and his wife, Queen Aemma, Viserys I Targaryen has felt lost and alone. His daughter hated him for his decision, but she wouldn't listen to his explanations. The Maester had made it clear that Aemma was not going to survive this birth. Was he a monster for trying to at least save his son? In the end, Baelon did not make it through the night & was put to rest alongside his mother. Almost 6 months after his wife's passing, he met someone. He knew it was crazy, but it felt like love at first sight. His Hand's eldest daughter, whom he had never met, had come to Kings Landing unexpectedly. She was a woman of 19 who had made a deal with her father that she would marry whomever he wanted her to without argument if he simply allowed her to travel the world for a few years. She left her home a quiet and lonesome child of 16 and came back a beautiful, elegant, and full of fire woman of 19. Her name was Annora Hightower. When Annora had her 19th name day, she received a letter from her father, Otto Hightower, telling her that her time was up and she was to come home. However, he was in for a rude awakening. For her strings were her own now. No longer would she be his to toy with, and she refused to allow her father to corrupt and torment her little sister, Alicent, any longer. If she must, she would take Alicent's place in whatever fucked up plan that her father had come up with to achieve his power. © angel-legend, 2024 Notes: ~WARNINGS- there will be smut! Chapters marked [Chapter]* contain smut ~Hightower bashing! ~Don't like my story? Then don't read it :)

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.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍𝐒 Ser Artos Blackwood, the second born son of Lord Blackwood but much respected as if he were the heir and future Lord. Born from a Blackwood father and a Manderly mother, Artos thrived off in the sides of the Riverlands and the North. But the lust for blood ran deep within him as the Brackens dared to face them in battle. During the tournament for the future heir of the Iron Throne, Ser Artos Blackwood had managed to catch the attention of Rhaenyra Targaryen, for he boldly asked for her favor. In turn, caught the attention of Daemon Targaryen. 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐱 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆

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.

"The old men make war for the young to die in". Aemond Targaryen x Male OC I do not give consent for this work to be used in AI training. Disclaimer! This is a House of the Dragon fic. This is a warning that this book will contain: - Incest - Gore and violence - Murder - Mentions of rape. - Lots of Death - Infidelity Do not read if any of the above topics distress you.

Daeron Tyrell was the most eligible bachelor and Rhaenyra wouldn't help herself. 🐉 "I don't gotta knock on wood..." ⚔️ Any explicit content is between consenting fictional adults... 🙄 Most characters belong to grrm

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'She was not for everyone, but she was for me.' - 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐬 [I own absolutely nothing except my own character(s) that's I have created for this story. Everything else belongs to George RR Martin and the creator(s) of the HBO series House of the Dragon.]

𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃'𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍 - 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 In the twilight years before the Dance of the Dragons, the realm turns its eyes to a prince born in shadow but rising in flame. Prince Maekar Velaryon. The firstborn son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Laenor Velaryon... or so the court is meant to believe. Though many murmur that his true sire is Ser Criston Cole. In the shadow of civil war, the boy must learn to survive the thorns of court, the venom of legitimacy, and the cruel truths of blood. What becomes of the prince who yet wears no crown, yet holds the entity of a realm on his shoulders? 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍