||Complete|| In a Westeros trembling on the edge of civil war, Thalassa Celtigar arrives at court as the new lady-in-waiting to Rhaenyra Targaryen. Proud, cunning, and bound by loyalty to the Realm's Delight, Thalassa steps into a world where whispers kill faster than blades, and every smile hides a threat. With House Hightower scheming to place Aegon on the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra's claim grows ever more precarious, and Thalassa becomes her most trusted weapon in the shadows. But the greatest victories are the ones never fought. Tasked with ensuring Rhaenyra's rise without plunging the realm into dragonfire and ruin, Thalassa wages a war of diplomacy and deception-winning hearts, silencing threats, and reshaping the court from within. At her side stands Prince Daemon Targaryen: husband, ally, and weapon. Together, they are a storm cloaked in velvet, too dangerous to challenge, too essential to cast aside. As the crown draws near and enemies close in, Thalassa must outmaneuver a realm teetering on the edge of war. But in a world built on lies and loyalties, the greatest danger may not be losing the game-but what she's willing to sacrifice to win it.

Aelora, a shadow from the past, observes her family's triumph in conquering the Seven Kingdoms. Yet, the Dance of the Dragons unfolds, extinguishing the dragons and sealing their fate. Her ethereal existence becomes enigmatic until the Gods extend a mysterious offer, altering the course of her otherworldly journey.

"i am not attached to Rhaenyra. I am attached to you and you only, 𝘐𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘳𝘳ā𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯" he hiss at the girl

Sanira Tremaine has been plagued by night terrors for as long as she could remember. Game of Thrones. Follows the first three seasons. Robb/OC. Book One of the Winds of Freedom.

The Queen is dead and her best friend is angry. Elowen Redfort, Queen Aemma's Lady-in-waiting and closest confidant is in the room when the queen is murdered. Driven by her grief Elowen finds herself in the King's chambers intending to confront her cousin's killer. Female!OC x Viserys Targaryen

Lyra Stark knew that one day she would be forced to marry. In order to stop a war from brewing, Lyra must leave Winterfell for King's Landing and marry Prince Jacaerys Valaryon. The only problem? He hates her. ________________________________________________________________________________ Suddenly, Jacaerys grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him. In a moment, Every single part of their bodies was joined together. Lyra could feel his breath on her face - the beat of his heart. "Jacaerys?" She asked, refusing to look at his dark eyes that stared down at her. Already her face had turned a vibrant shade of crimson that she couldn't hide. "What have you done to me?" He asked, and then he kissed her. _______________________________________________________________________________ Jacaerys x OC Word Count 95,000

"You have no idea of the effect you have on me. While he was dancing and flirting with you, I was standing aside, watching from the shadows, contemplating ways of cutting his tongue and hands." The past repeats itself. Two best friends with a bond no one is able to break. A niece and an uncle who feel attracted to each other. An arranged marriage is made. Two people, who are too caught in their tangled dance to be able to let go of each other. Will Visenya be able to fulfill her duties and enforce her mother's claim to the crown? Will Baelon be able to keep the distance between him and Visenya after his mother begged him to do so? Two Targaryens. Two dragons. Two souls bound together by Fire & Blood.

Jaime Lannister had only ever truly loved one girl and it was not his sister. It was the mother of his sons Daemon Lannister the heir to Casterly Rock and Lyros Lannister and his daughter Visenya Lannister. Her name is Rhaenyra Targaryen. The Suneshine of the Realm. The beloved sister to Rhaegar Targaryen, daughter of the man he had killed Aerys Targaryen. But no longer, their love once sung by bards now was dried and gone vanished when he killed her father who might have been mad, but he was her father and her brother died at the hands of Robert Baratheon

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