​Doomed to be a casualty in the quest for a male heir, Queen Aemma is instead given a terrifying second chance. A prophetic dream shows her not only her own brutal death but the devastating future it will cause: the betrayal of her daughter Rhaenyra, a bloody civil war that will tear the realm apart, and the eventual ruin of their house. ​Awakened and refusing to be a sacrificial pawn, Aemma embraces the Targaryen fire she had long suppressed. She forges a secret alliance with the one man she can trust to be her shield, Prince Daemon, and begins to mentor Rhaenyra, not as a princess, but as a future queen. No longer a gentle Arryn, Aemma enters the game of thrones, ready to burn all her enemies to the ground to protect her daughter and break the cycle of destruction she was warned against. ​"I am not the villain in your story. I am the mother in mine." . . . . . ​"What you see as my descent into darkness is simply a mother learning to walk through fire." This is an AU of house of the dragons, with the fourteen flames, angry that the last existing family of dragons had fallen into nothing, especially with the murder of their chosen queen. So to correct the mistake, they return time, to make sure a dragon queen sat the throne, for their chosen one to be saved. They send a warning for the one who can make a difference. And who will be better than a mother...

''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.

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Tras morir humillado en el juicio de los siete, Aerion Targaryen despierta en un nuevo cuerpo. Conserva sus recuerdos. Conserva su fuego. No quiere volver a ser el hombre consumido por el orgullo. No quiere repetir el barro, la humillación, la pérdida. Un dragón que murió por orgullo decidir si su fuego servirá para destruir o proteger.

After many years, Sasuke has finally returned to Konoha. Who knew Hinata would form an unlikely friendship with him - a friendship that quietly blossoms into something deeper than either imagined.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I caressed my belly tenderly as the screams of my stepmother echoed through the halls of the Red Keep. My mother's ladies fluttered around me in concern. They worried for me. Why would they not? After all, my muña had suffered greatly under the weight of pregnancy and had died in childbirth. No. Not died. Murdered. My father had allowed those grey rats to cut her open for a boy who died overnight. Rage fills me every time I remember that my muña died butchered like an animal. I will never forgive him. Nor will I ever forgive Alicent. That whore slipped under my father's sheets while my muña's ashes were still warm. She goes around acting all pious and haughty, even going as far as to scold me for my unladylike behavior. But whoring herself to the King is acceptable? Alicent is but the daughter of a second son, from a minor house at that. She was my maid, the one who dressed me and cleaned my privy. There is no way in the Fourteen Hells that I will bow to her. Much less call her queen.

What if Rhaenyra Targaryen dreamed of a future that had yet to happen? She does not see everything, only enough to know that betrayal waits within the Red Keep, that her isolation is no accident, and that fire awaits her blood if she remains still. Armed with fractured visions and hard-earned clarity, Rhaenyra begins to move quietly. This is not the story of a war. It is the story of how one is prevented or born early in blood.

In this story, we delve into the tumultuous relationship between Maegor Targaryen and his niece Rhaena. Maegor, known for his ruthless ambition and brutal rule, finds himself drawn to Rhaena, whose compassionate nature and strong will challenge his darker inclinations. As they navigate the treacherous political landscape of Westeros, their bond deepens, igniting a dangerous passion that could either save the realm or plunge it into further darkness. As the two confront their family's legacy, betrayals and power struggles unfold, forcing them to choose between their desires and the duty to their bloodline. This story will not follow the TV show or the book timeline, at least not all of it. I have no idea where this story is going. Please be aware that this is just fan fiction and not an actual book. I also use AI images.

Su vida se había vuelto extraña, estando en el inicio de su matrimonio, intentando balancear sus lecciones con la Septa, las tardes con algunos de sus familiares y el poco tiempo que pasaba con Viserys usualmente se encontraba perdida. Tragándose a duras penas la tristeza y añoranza que le provoca estar en la corte del rey Jaehaerys sin nadie de su hogar para acompañarla, rezando a diario por la salud de su familia en el Nido de Águilas. Sabe que no debería resentir su situación, su padre solo hizo lo mejor para el Valle, pero cada vez que piensa en su hogar, en sus hermanos, se encuentra llorando porque quiere volver con ellos, pero no puede. Hay tantas cosas que no entiende, otras que preferiría no ver. Lo que más la preocupa es que su deber con la corona, que sigue siendo algo ambiguo que no está segura de como cumplir. Las miradas de la corte la acusan de estar fracasando, avergonzando a su familia en el proceso. En el medio de todas sus preocupaciones y pocas alegrías se encontró sin una luz para iluminar la oscuridad que la consumió sin piedad, dejándola a merced de espectros que no dudaran en dañarla si eso se ajusta a sus planes. O un giro de eventos desafortunados lleva a que Aemma Arryn, esposa del príncipe Viserys Targaryen, tenga un sueño de dragón en el que se encuentra con los Dioses de la Antigua Valyria, estos la reclutan para cambiar el futuro de la dinastía y así proveer un mejor futuro para la princesa que fue prometida. Todos los derechos y créditos de los personajes y el mundo de ASOIAF le pertenecen a George R.R. Martin, solo la trama de este fanfic y algunos OC son de mi autoría. Créditos a los respectivos autores de las imágenes usadas.

Forced to marry a man she didn't love, fell for her husbands brother instead. The world would forever declare their queen a slut. But she was dressed for the part. Let their tongues wag. It changed nothing. ⚔️ "In a world of boys he's a gentleman." 🐉 any mature content is between consenting fictional characters Most characters belong to grrm