Cathexis (n., Psychology) /kəˈθɛk.sɪs/ The act of fastening the soul to another. Originally describing the investment of psychic energy into a person or object, the word came to embody something quieter, stranger ; the slow surrender of one's inner life to a single presence. Affection and resentment become indistinguishable. Obsession outlives reason. And what begins as attachment ends as captivity. ormund hightower x oc

' and now we begin.' - ormund hightower [I own absolutely nothing except my own character(s) that's I have created for this story. Everything else belongs to George RR Martin and the creator(s) of the HBO series' House of the Dragon and Game of Thrones.]

Cersei Hightower was torn from the only future she ever wanted, bound to a life of duty in Casterly Rock. Now a widow, she returns to King's Landing for the first time. But fate is not done with her yet. Cersei finds herself pulled back into the dangerous games of power. Disclaimers: NO AI WAS USED IN THE MAKING OF THIS FANFIC. I do not own anything except my original characters and storyline.All rights go to the original creators. GRRM!! In regards to recent fanfic etiquette...if you don't like this then move on!! I'm will not tolerate any disrespectful comments- they will be deleted Originally Finished March 3rd,2025 #1-alicenthightower #1 - viserystargaryen #1- dameontargayen #1- fireandblood #1- aegontargayen

༒︎ 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 Vaerissa Velaryon was born a surprise to her mother. They say that Rhaenyra Targaryen had too much spirit in her for it to be only inherited by one and so the deities had halved the soul and given her twins. Born second to the heir, sister to another, blood in her mouth from biting her tongue. Born a curse to a curse, a poisonous poppy to a sinning rose, a girl to a woman and her mother who didn't see her as whole. Had these gods been kinder they would have written her a better fate. Had they been crueler they would have delivered her to the stranger. Yet a Targaryen has never made it to history without a tragedy on their soul and cruelty on their name. So, it be she wasn't meant to be erased in the dust of war.......... May the stranger bless thy evil soul Vaerissa Velaryon. [𝑶𝒄 𝒙 𝑮𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓] [𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅! 𝑶𝒄 𝒙 𝑨𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏] HOTD/Gwayne Hightower Fire And Blood- GRRM 2026- not determined @cheery_l8

Aelora Targaryen was never meant to rule. Born the eldest daughter of Alicent Hightower and the twin sister of Aegon Targaryen, she was expected to smile, obey, and remain in the shadows while men fought for crowns. She chose a different path. Behind every gentle smile hides a woman whose ambition burns brighter than dragonfire. And standing at her side is Ormund Hightower, a man willing to give her everything-even a kingdom. Love is dangerous. Power is intoxicating. Together, they may reshape the fate of House Targaryen. Ormund Hightower x OC Best Overall Ranking #1 House of the Dragon 🥇

If we have the same / blood if your blood is my blood how much of our / blood is poison House Of The Dragon Aegon II Targaryen x oc x Addam Velaryon

Born from a queen's death and a king's cowardice, Princess Vaemma Targaryen grows beneath the red stones of the Keep like a pale and poisonous flower, all moonlit beauty, silver hair, and venom sharpened by years of consequence denied. She is not fragile, not petulant, not some trembling little princess breaking cups for sport; she is worse, a woman who has learned that rank can make cruelty charming, that beauty can turn malice into music, that no one dares strike the king's unwanted daughter no matter whose blood she draws. To Viserys, she is the living wound he cannot bear to look upon; to Rhaenyra, the sister born from their mother's butchered body; to Alicent, the first child who ever truly needed her, and therefore the one she loves, spoils, and finally sacrifices. When Vaemma is promised to Lord Ormund Hightower, proud lord of Oldtown and sworn enemy of dragon arrogance, she expects another man to bend beneath the weight of her name, her face, her dragon, her royal rot, but Ormund is no courtier trembling in perfume and candlelight. He is stone, steel, tower-shadow, and judgment. He looks upon the Pearl Dragon and sees not a goddess, but a beautiful, vicious thing that has never once been made to answer for itself. Their betrothal is no love song, but a knife drawn slowly across silk: Hightower piety against Targaryen excess, discipline against indulgence, consequence against a woman who has mistaken impunity for power. And as the realm blackens around them, Vaemma must learn the one lesson no one in her father's court ever dared teach her... dragons may burn men alive, but even dragons can be brought to heel.

IN WHICH; daeron and daenys targaryen, the youngest children of king viserys and queen alicent, were sent to oldtown as children. ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ ᴅᴀᴇʀᴏɴ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ

The youngest daughter of the crown, Alyrie Targaryen, was raised in the pious shadow of the Hightower of Oldtown. But beneath the sacred light of the Seven, the Original Sin was comitted. Where guilt met desire, And innocence met corruption, And submission met control. Now, summoned home to a court teetering on the brink of war, the Greens await their pious pawn. But Alyrie returns to King's Landing as a player in the game now set in motion, ready to spread her corruption and influence from the heart of the court itself. All while fighting to dominate the one feeling that has ever eluded her control: a love born under the eyes of the Faith.