Oberyn looked at the girl: a copy of his sister's lady in waiting. Ashara Snow. Then his eyes turned to the Warden of the North. "You think I want to be married?" Oberyn mused with his famous sly smile, "I have a paramour." "Aye," Ned nodded, "I've heard the rumors about you, Prince Oberyn but you are doing this as favor to the North and House Stark. Lord Beric wants war. If I tie Ashara to Dorne, perhaps I can stop another war from befalling the Seven Kingdoms."

|| A Miniseries || || Daemon Targaryen x OC || When Daemon returned from the Stepstones in 115 AC, he sought out Lady Jocelyn Baratheon, the twenty-year-old daughter of Queen Maegelle. Raised to be pious and gentle, Jocelyn secretly harbored a hidden Targaryen fire within her. Their marriage transformed her from a shy and contemplative maiden into a woman who embraced the dragon within. Their partnership blossomed into a union of fire and devotion, nurtured by Daemon's revelation of the dragon she had concealed and Jocelyn's courageous decision to unleash its power. Warning: This story contains excessive fluff, praise kinks, and daemon being daemon.

[AU] A misunderstood sentiment behind an "heir for a day" comment gets Daemon sent out of King's Landing. Realizing that his brother would never trust him fully or recognize him as his heir, Daemon decides to quit while he is ahead. He leaves for the Free Cities to start a new life, and as he does so, he takes his favourite golden cloak with him. Fast forward five years. A new power is rising in the Stepstones, taking control of all the trade routes across the Narrow Sea. And Daemon Targaryen comes back to court once again, now the man of his own making with a spouse and children in tow. Main ship: Daemon Targaryen/Gwayne Hightower

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

𝐈𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 & 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐗 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 (𝐎𝐜)

As the Targaryens wage war in Westeros, whispers spread that Old Valyria still lives. At the heart of the rumors is Vaera Vaelaros, a fierce and mysterious woman from one of the only families that survived the Doom by staying behind. When Westeros learns Valyria isn't dead-but watching-Vaera is sent to deliver a warning... or a reckoning. What she brings may change the balance of the Dance of the Dragons forever.

Sent back to the years before the Dance of the Dragons, Rhaenyra carries memories of betrayal, dragonfire, and the slow extinction of her family's greatest power. She knows who will rise against her. She knows how the war ends. But fate is not so easily undone and the gods are expecting a lot. To save her claim and the last dragons of House Targaryen, Rhaenyra must decide. Will she outmanoeuvre destiny... or end up making things worse.

''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.

"I shall carve a kingdom from these reefs, but I would forfeit it all for a single hour in the shadow of your wings." In the gilded cage of the Red Keep, you are the King's youngest daughter a Princess of House Targaryen, expected to be a silent jewel in your father's court. While your sister Rhaenyra is the Realm's Delight, you have always been the enigma, a girl of silver hair and quiet grace who hides a furnace of ambition behind a polite smile. But the "Quiet Princess" has a secret that would set the Seven Kingdoms ablaze. While your father, King Viserys, seeks to maintain a fragile peace, and your sister remains blind to the rising shadows in the palace, your heart has already crossed the Narrow Sea. Separated by war and the bitter schemes of the Hand, your only lifeline to the Rogue Prince is a trail of salt-stained parchment and secret ink. Through clandestine letters smuggled past Otto Hightower's spies, you and Daemon Targaryen weave a bond of fire and blood. To the world, he is the exiled prince carving a legacy out of the Stepstones. To you, he is the only soul who truly sees the dragon beneath your skin. As the Velaryon tide rises and the pressure for a new Queen mounts, the letters become more than just words they become a promise. Daemon is a man who would burn the world to watch it glow in your eyes, and you are the daughter who would betray a crown to stay by his side. The King wants peace. The Hand wants power. But the Rogue Prince only wants his anchor.