'What about the shape of my body makes me incapable of rule? did you strike down King Jaehaerys the conciliator when his body grew frail from age? No. Did you strike down King Aenys in his illness? No. Did you strike down King Viserys when his arm was claimed? No. So why now do you deny me for the body I inhabit? Regardless, what you think of me. I am Visenya Of House Targaryen and Velaryon. I am the daughter of Ser Laenor Velaryon. The granddaughter and Heir of Lord Corlys Velaryon, the great Sea Snake and captain of the Velaryon fleet. Granddaughter of Princess Rhaeyns Targaryen. The Granddaughter of Queen Aemma Arynn and King Viserys Targaryen. I am the daughter of our rightful Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. The blood that flows inside my body is that of the Conqueror Aegon Targaryen, and of his bride and my own namesake, Visenya the first. I am not by any means the heir any of you desired, but I am your heir regardless. And my body, as womanly as it is, is no sign of weakness, no sign of frailty, nor is it a right to deny me the birthright you would so happily hand my brother. I am Visenya Targaryen, Second of her name, Heir to the Iron Throne! Bow... or burn.'

"DISCONTINUED" In House Targaryen, blood is law - and silence is survival. Vaella Waters is born a bastard and raised in the cracks of the capital, where princes sin and never look back. She grows among lies whispered in the dark, learning early that dragons do not only breathe fire - they destroy quietly. As the realm inches toward war, Vaella's blood draws her closer to those who would ruin her or claim her. In a world ruled by ambition and cruelty, the most dangerous truths are never spoken aloud.

She was promised to a Stark... Just not this one. Rhaelys Targaryen, twin to Jacerys and daughter of Queen Rhaenyra, was meant to marry Cregan Stark...until war, fire, and fate tore her from her time. Now trapped two hundred years in the future, she finds herself in Winterfell... face to face with a different Stark. Robb Stark. With her family gone, her dragons lost, and her name written as dead, Rhaelys must decide who she is in a world that has no place for her. But the North remembers... Even when history does not.

IN FIRE AND SNOW ROBB STARK X OC COMPLETED GAME OF THRONES FANFICTION When the war for the Iron Throne begins, a forgotten Targaryen rises from the ashes. Princess Maerya Targaryen, the younger sister of Daenerys Stormborn, has lived her life in her sister's shadow, trained in diplomacy, forged in fire, and bound by blood to a destiny she never asked for. But when the King in the North, Robb Stark, sails to Dragonstone seeking alliance, duty collides with fate. What begins as strategy becomes something far more dangerous, a love born in the heart of war. Together they'll face dragons, betrayal, and the night itself. Yet for all their power, it is mercy, not fire, that might just save them, and reshape the Seven Kingdoms forever. In a world of ice and fire, two hearts learn that peace is the bravest kind of victory.

In the treacherous landscape of the War of the Five Kings, Rowena Blackwood defies convention as a fierce warrior and cunning strategist. When she captures the heart of King Robb Stark, their passionate romance blooms amid the chaos of battle. But dark forces conspire against them, and loyalty becomes a dangerous game. As whispers of betrayal swirl and the shadows of the Freys and Boltons close in, Rowena must navigate a world where trust is fleeting and love can lead to ruin. Will her bravery be enough to protect the future she desires, or will fate pull them apart in a devastating twist? In a realm where honor and desire collide, only a lady's valor can change the course of history.

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.

King Viserys Targaryen has lost his wife in childbirth and his son Baelon. Now he only has his two daughters left as comfort and family. But the question is which of his daughters will take over the throne or is there another male candidate who can inherit the throne. Princesses Aelora and Rhaenyra live in a dream world but have always been different but that hasn't stopped them from being at odds. Aelora is the intelligent and sensitive and believes in justice and is just like her father and loves history. But Aelora believes that history can also teach people things and enlighten people on a better world. Viserys absolutely does not want to betray his children at any cost and after careful consideration, he makes his eldest daughter Aelora Targaryen his heir and successor to the Iron Throne. Aelora will be the first Queen to sit on the Iron Throne and no one knows what the future will look like but Aelora also has her own enemies and must do her best to overcome the struggles and play out her steps to make people face their fear to be able to realize who she is and must absolutely save and protect her family from others and each other.

"I think you are the real warrior here, my Lady" Daemon stroked her cheek with his free hand and her swollen lip with his thumb. The invitation to the wedding of Princess Rhaenyra makes Aruna travel to King's Landing with her family. Old friendships are revived and new loves are also found. Suddenly Aruna finds herself in a quandary and must choose between two men. What she doesn't know until then is that she will have to choose between them even more often in the years to come, which will lead to consequences. 《book 1 in my series》 《Season 1 of House of the Dragon》 _________________ highest rankings: #1 gerorgerrmartin #1 bloodylove #13 daemon targaryen #6 housetyrell #3 teamblack #2 housestark Trigger Warning: this story will contains violence, mature and sexual content, strong language, mention of wounds, tears, blood, Targaryen traditions, many more,

Aemma Blackfyre was born in a golden cradle. She was no princess, not in name, but she was the daughter of Daena the Defiant and Aegon IV Targaryen, granddaughter to kings on both sides, and marked from birth by silver-gold hair and deep purple eyes that left no doubt as to her blood. A bastard she might have been - a Waters of the Crownlands - but she was every inch a dragon. And yet she was nothing like the dragons who sired her. She was delightful. Gentle. Kind in a way that seemed almost out of place in the court that shaped her. Many whispered of it. Neither her father nor her fierce, defiant mother had ever been called gentle. Aegon had been grand and gluttonous, charming and cruel in equal measure. Daena had been proud, willful, and unbowed. In temperament Aemma resembled not her parents, but the late Queen Naerys Targaryen - beautiful, tender-hearted, and possessed of a fragile strength that did not need to shout. That resemblance had once made Daena sad. Aemma never understood why. Then came rebellion. Her full-blooded brother Daemon Blackfyre rose against the Iron Throne, urged on by pride and by Aegor's whispering counsel. The realm divided. Blood called to blood. Aemma was forced to choose. Daemon - her full blooded brother and Aegor her brother-husband. Or Daeron - the man who had read to her at night, who had loved her not as a sister, but as daughter. For Aemma, the choice was never truly difficult. What is a sibling's pride beside a father's kindness? What is ambition beside love? She stood with the Red Dragon. She chose Daeron II Targaryen and the realm. If there was defiance in her - true defiance - it was there. In standing against her full-blooded brother. In turning from her husband's cause. In placing loyalty and gratitude above blood and expectation. The histories may call her bastard, sister, wife. But those who knew her best would have called her something else. Daughter of the Red Dragon.