●○●○●○●○●○●○●○● ╰┈➤ In an age when dragons still ruled the skies and kingdoms measured power in blood, two destinies began their journey on opposite ends of the world. One beneath the shadow of fire. The Strongest man in the Realm, with a dragon that swallowed the sky. The other beneath the blessing of forgotten gods. A Warrior with a unparallel Beauty under that helm and a strong heart. Neither knows the other exists. Yet the threads of fate are already weaving them toward a meeting that will shake empires, challenge ancient beliefs, and test whether kindness can endure in a world built on conquest. ╰┈➤He did not promise her the moon or the stars. He promised her peace, then looked at the world as though daring it to object. ╰┈➤She did not walk behind him, nor before him. She walked beside him, where he could reach for her hand and his sword with equal ease. 𝘼 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉. ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●

This story is about a Salagar princess who goes through her family's curse in the series of HOTD. It is mixed with Daenerys story with my own ideas.

Prince Aemon Targaryen, the eldest son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, becomes the true leader of the Greens during the Dance of the Dragons. Unlike his reckless brothers, Aemon is calm, intelligent, honorable, and a brilliant dragonrider. While Rhaenyra fights to claim the Iron Throne, Aemon wages a ruthless but strategic war to save the realm from destruction. After defeating Rhaenyra, he refuses to rule through fear. Instead, he rebuilds Westeros, reconciles the great houses, keeps peace with his surviving family, and becomes remembered as Aemon the Golden King, the greatest king in Targaryen history. He later marries a noble princess from a powerful foreign kingdom, creating an age of prosperity called The Golden Dragon Peace.

When the Master of Death closed her eyes for the last time, she expected to greet Death as an old friend and finally find the long-overdue peace she deserved. Instead, she woke to the howling winds of the North and the weight of a name that commanded the loyalty of a thousand years. Reborn as Frigga Stark, the only child and heiress of Lord Ellard, the girl who was once Iolanthe Potter must navigate a world where magic heresy. Her childhood is a struggle of reconciliation as she adjusts to a woman's life in a patriarchal society while her magic hums beneath her skin. But the North is a hard land and Frigga is no longer a martyr. Seeing the vultures circle her father's seat, she uses her past-life cunning to solidify her claim as the first ruling Lady of Winterfell, outmaneuvering ambitious uncles and traditionalist lords alike. When King Jaehaerys I shatters tradition by binding the North to the Crown, Frigga finds herself matched with the most volatile man in the realm: Prince Daemon Targaryen. The Rogue Prince arrives expecting a submissive and boring Northern bride, but he quickly discovers that while he rides a dragon, his wife holds the powers of a god. And yet, there is no hope for respite: when it comes to the game of thrones, you either win or you die.

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 They called her a blessing before they called her a curse. They called her divine before they called her dangerous. By the time the realm called her queen, it was already too late. History remembers Aelyra Targaryen as the first Queen of Westeros, the woman in whose name the Dance of the Dragons began. The woman men bled for, dragons screamed for, and kingdoms burned for. But Aelyra was never meant to exist. She was not born to this world. She came from another life, carrying another name, another grief, and a love so ruinous it followed her even into death. To save the one soul left to her, she gave up her own to the ancient Dragon God of Old Valyria, and in return he made her his chosen child. His voice. His miracle. His mistake. He sent her into House Targaryen to stop the war that would destroy them. To love them enough, heal them enough, bind them tightly enough that the future itself might break around her. But the gods, like men, are often cruel in the things they ask of women. Because Aelyra did save them. Just not in the way anyone intended. She made them softer. She made them kinder. She made them love. And then she made them want. Not the throne. Not power. Her. And Targaryens have never been taught how to love without hunger. So what happens when the girl sent to prevent a war becomes the heart of it? What happens when devotion curdles into obsession, and every dragon in the sky begins to circle the same flame? What happens when the savior of a dynasty becomes the ruin of it? The maesters never wrote that story. This one begins in fire.

In a different fate of Westeros, one dream changes everything. Daenys Targaryen was given a gift from the ancient Valyrian gods-the power to see the future. Through her visions she learns of the doom that would destroy House Targaryen and the darkness that will one day rise beyond the Wall. Refusing to let her family fall, Daenys alters the destiny of House Targaryen. Dragons return to the skies. The Targaryens learn that dragons are not symbols of power, but a sacred responsibility. The house grows stronger, and knowledge of the ancient enemy is preserved for generations. Centuries later, when the Long Night returns and the Night King marches upon the world, the Prince of Prophecy is ready. Born of Targaryen fire and Stark blood, he carries the weapons foretold-dragonglass, Valyrian steel, and dragonfire. And because of Daenys Targaryen's dream, the world will not fall into darkness. This is the story of the woman who saved House Targaryen... and the prophecy that saved the world.

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.

In the heart of ancient Valyria, dragons aren't the only things that thirst for blood. Daella Targaryen has always been the quiet one. The obedient daughter. The youngest girl of a fading house still clinging to old dragon dreams. While her sisters are married off to their own brothers to keep the Targaryen bloodline pure, Daella is sent away,offered like a pawn to one of the most feared men in all Valyria. Lord Vaemarion Morzarys. Cruel. Cold. Dangerous. The only son of House Morzarys, a house surrounded by shadows, blood, and smoke. They say he drinks dragon blood. That his senses are sharper than a beast's. That his ancestors made pacts with fire and bone. And that he has no heart. But Daella is no trueborn fool. She's a dreamer, like many of her kin. And the dreams are growing darker. Thrown into a world of ancient rituals, obsidian halls, and a dragonlord who may not be entirely human, Daella must fight to hold onto her soul... and resist the strange pull toward a husband who may burn her, or bind her, forever. Warning;mature,violence,smut!!!

She comes like rain, soft and gentle, upon his cheeks. The taste of summer snow and enduring love, like a declaration of war upon fate. ⸻ ( daemon targaryen ) ( house of the dragon ) • 2022 ( rewrite in progress )