Daena Targaryen era uma princesa sonhadora e de espírito indomável - como qualquer outro Targaryen -, mas sempre fora uma sombra silenciosa à margem da corte - desprezada tanto como herdeira do Trono de Ferro, quanto do Trono de Madeira. Seu destino estava traçado desde o nascimento: quando alcançasse a maioridade, se tornaria a esposa de Cregan Stark. Mas, após um fatídico acontecimento, fora enviada ao Norte antes do tempo, como forma de punição. Lá permaneceria até alcançar o seu décimo sétimo dia do nome, quando deveria voltar para Porto Real e cumprir o pacto de casamento com o Nortenho. Mas seu coração, forjado de uma chama caótica que repousou por anos, despertava agora em um incêndio indomável ao retornar à corte, e encontrar sua antiga paixão - transformado pelos anos tanto em alguém mais obscuro e cruel, quanto sádico e sedutor, disposto a arrasta-la para um jogo perigoso onde ambos conheciam o desfecho inevitável - a ruína de quem ousasse sentir algo além do desprezo. Daena se verá enredada nas teias do passado, entre mentiras e profecias, descobrindo uma verdade cruel: Os piores demônios são aqueles que escondemos dentro de nós.

❝𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩❞ ✰ ✰ ✰ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡: Valaena Targaryen had always been the odd one out of everything. Especially her family. Jacaerys Velaryon always had a way of pulling her even farther down than she had already been, he hated her as she did him. If they hate eachother why do they want the other so badly? ✰ ✰ ✰ Season 1, currently writing ✰ ✰ ✰ I do not own HOTD, its plot, characters or dialogue. All rights go to the creator!

*COMPLETE* The daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen is sent on an impossible mission with her twin brother, Jacerys Velaryon, to Winterfell to gather troops and allies for Rhaenyra's upcoming war for the crown that she rightfully deserves. Alana Velaryon is stubborn like her mother. But no one is as stubborn and cold as Lord Cregan Stark, Warden of The North and Lord of Winterfell. Jacerys builds a bond with the Winter Wolf but Alana finds herself an enemy in him. That is until Rhaenyra receives interesting terms from the Greens. Wed Alana to Aemond and name Alana as heir to the throne and both sides will drop their swords. Alana, unable to stomach the thought of marrying Aemond Targaryen, decided to make a deal with Cregan Stark. She can't wed Aemond if she is already married. A strictly political marriage with the wolf of the north and consummating it in order to not wed Prince Aemond. Although it only causes for a bigger war within the war. Rhaenyra and her daughter go head-to-head and Cregan is stuck in the center of it all. **TW!! ALL MY STORIES ARE 18+ BEWARE OF SMUT, DEATH, CHILD LOSS, AND OTHER SENSITIVE SUBJECTS.** I DO NOT OWN CHARACTERS ASIDE FROM MY OWN OC!

❝ Know it's for the better ❞ Aerys Velaryon, the first bastard that Rheynera birthed. Still, loved and cherished. Aelora Targaryen, the last daughter Alicent birthed. Ever so ignored and sometimes loved. "Aelora, please. I beg on my knees" "Get up! Don't be a fool!" HOUSE OF THE DRAGON OC X OC

𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ⤷ 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗈𝖼 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗈𝖼 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 layout 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 by @satellitebruises © 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗆𝗌

𝗛𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗. ▎𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯❜ ❪ 𝖺𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗇 ❫ ✿ ۫ ִ 🌙 ♥︎ . . 𝗥𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗡𝗬𝗦 𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗡, a única menina da herdeira, estava de ida para Porto Real junto de sua família para o casamento de seu irmão com a prima deles, a princesa Baela. A garota era uma belíssima e desejada jovem que havia sido carinhosamente apelidada de "deleito do reino" por sua chamativa semelhança com sua mãe quando mais nova. A princesa era determinada, quase um espelho da mãe, sua forma era suave e estonteante e sua delicadeza era uma característica em abundância, tal que logo chamou a atenção de seu tio, Aemond, logo de imediato. Sua sobrinha aquela que ele havia visto pela última vez após a perca de seu olho, quando eram apenas meras crianças. O castelo era como uma nuvem negra que sobrecarregava a princesa, recebendo olhares hostis ao seu redor. Sua única forma de calma era a janela que refletia a lua, mesma que usou para descobrir onde seu tio havia ido em uma noite. Seu único erro foi que, ao ser atrevida e curiosa demais, a princesa embarcou em uma jornada recheada de luxúria, dores e travessuras. Todos sabemos que a linha tênue entre o amor e ódio é fina como seda, mas ela arrebentará para o lado do amor, ou para o lado do ódio, em meio a tantas profecias e problemas?

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴇʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʟᴜʀʀᴇᴅ [ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ᴏᴄ] ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ @ʟᴀɴᴛᴇᴀ-

⋆˙⟡ | "i can't help but love you, even though i try not to" 𝑾𝑨𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺. © jaecerys velaryon x fem!oc

~I think of how the mystics read by the light of their own bodies. What a world of darkness that must have been to read by the flaming hearts that turn into heaps of ash on the altar, how everything, in the end, is made equal by the wind.~ Daenys Velaryon lives only for others, yet within her heart, she harbours a whisper of selfish desire. She has dedicated her life to her brothers, becoming their staunch advocate, their steadfast defender, their eldest sister, entwined with their destinies. What purpose, she wonders, could she have if not in their service? Yet, in the quiet moments, when shadows soften the world, she dreams of a life unfettered, free from the heavy chains of duty and sacrifice. She does not covet the Iron Throne, nor does she wish to spill her blood for its cold, unyielding promise. However, to forsake her responsibilities and thrust them upon her brothers would make them a target of the realm's violence, defying the very essence of her being. For Daenys is nothing if not their protector, the guardian of their fate, even as she longs for a destiny of her own. **Prequel to An Eye for an Eye **Book 1/2 Rankings - #1 in houseofthedragon (2/7/2024) - #1 in aemondtargaryen (19/6/2024) - #1 in aemond (29/6/2024)

~Judas did this for him, but his soul still howls / his mouth still aches~ Daenys Velaryon no longer knew the difference between sacrifice and self-slaughter, nor where the violence against oneself ended. A Kinslayer, a rabid dog; such creatures had no use in a world of peace. Such creatures did not deserve peace. She was a tall child with no lap to crawl into, for who would wish to hold a thing like her, shame clotting in her blood like a curdling sickness. She, with the incessant need to apologize to everyone who ever knew her, for the inconvenience she caused them by making her existence known, walking into a room and searching for an empty seat so no one had to go through the painful act of sitting with her. Velaryons were supposed to be of the sea, but she was a burning ship, a vicinity one had to always flee. If anyone deserved to extinguish themselves in a kamikaze blaze, it was her, the one who would be missed least of all, who was needed least of all when the realm finally knew peace. © ace_asterisk **Sequel to Before the Sky Falls **Book 2/2 |Ambys 2024 Fanfiction Favorite Top Pick | Most impressive rankings: - #1 in houseofthedragon (2/6/2024) - #1 in aemondtargaryen (12/6/2024) - #1 in Aegon (26/7/2024) - #1 in aemondxoc (15/7/2024)