ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴇʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʟᴜʀʀᴇᴅ [ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ᴏᴄ] ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ @ʟᴀɴᴛᴇᴀ-

Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, Lady of Runestone, was not born of love. Nor passion. Nor even a sense of duty. She was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge. But even a child born of such darkness can find her way to the light. With her mother dead, and father flown across the Narrow Sea with a new wife, the girl is taken in by her Aunt, the Queen Alicent Hightower, to be raised among the little family she has left. There, she finds her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. The two spend long nights in the palace library together, studying the histories of both Old Valyria and the First Men, seeking to understand who they are and where they fit in the world. But finding that place proves more difficult than in the fairy tales they read. The seeds of disaster were laid long before they were born, and as tensions in the family rise, it seems as though their places may begin to diverge. Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Amyra feels a guiding hand constantly, pulling at her bones, whispering into her ear. In King's Landing, between Flea Bottom and The Street of Silk, she dreams of it- dripping from her palms, a balm to the rage. By daylight, she grinds herbs, sells salves, delivers babes, and aids the needy as only a healer can, but when the moon rises up from her slumber, Amyra begins her true work. They come from all over, whispering, wailing, begging. Do you have a spell to make her love me? My husband should be dead, will you help me do it? Is there anything to make them forget? Remember? Live? Die? She takes them by their hand, "Of course," she tells them. She wipes their tears and smiles. "The price is ever so small." It doesn't matter what it costs, we'll pay it. "Of course, you will." she agrees, and it's true. They always pay, one way or another. Then, by a strange stroke of luck, Queen Alicent is in need of her expertise. My daughter, she cries, Princess Helaena, will you help her? "Of course," Amyra sings, "I am but a humble servant to the crown." She tastes it on her tongue, sweet and sticky. She sees it, pooling like blood off a wound. She calls her Justice, but she answers to Revenge.

Aemma Velaryon, the second-born child of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, knew what the game of thrones was about since childhood, but did not see herself as a player until she was brought to her knees by people she would never expect it from. Blinded by betrayal and her desire for revenge, Aemma begins to fight her own battle in which the only person she trusts is the man who had been her enemy for as long as she could remember - her uncle Aemond Targaryen. aemond targaryen x fem!oc house of the dragon season 1 the book cover was made by me started: 14/10/2022 finished: xx/xx/xxxx