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.

"You man are a whore, you shall never touch my body." "We shall see." House Velaryon survived the genocide of Targaryen blood lines during Roberts Rebellion. The Velaryon name had long lost its luster with little to no wealth left to it. Monford Velaryon had made it his duty to restore his houses name, by marrying his sister to the Red Viper of Dorne. As Vaelerys navigates discovering her voice as a regal figure, she finds herself intertwined in a destiny far larger than the her tiny world of sand and salt. #1 oberynmartell tag 4/8/23 #1 oberynmartell tag 5/23/23

Rhaenna is the twin sister to Jon Snow. She is small and fair, but fierce. She helps her brother through many things, beginning with her adventures beyond the wall. Where she meets her ginger giant. Rhae will fight and face many things while the fight against the dead grows closer. (seasons 2-7+)

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?

Rationality said there had to be another Jenny in the Keep, a beautiful Jenny, a Jenny of noble birth that had caught his eye. Not this Jenny. Jenny of nothing and nobody. Jenny who scrubbed hearths and scooped ash and spent her days covered in dust. It just wasn't possible. But even if I knew it had to be some kind of mistake, some kind of impossible fantasy on my part, I stared up at the underside of the table. And smiled. {Mature and explicit} {Aemond x Female OC} {Very possessive and dominant Aemond} {Plus-size OC} {LOTS of romance, angst & drama} {Frequent updates}