Y/N Forrester, second son of Lord Gregor Forrester, was never meant to rule. Sent south as a boy, he was raised among lions instead of wolves. Serving as a squire to Ser Jaime Lannister before earning his knighthood at just eighteen. A year later, he donned the white cloak of the Kingsguard, swearing his life to kings who sat the Iron Throne. He served under Robert Baratheon, endured the cruelty of Joffrey, and watched the rise of Tommen, a king he saw not as evil, but fragile. Breakable. But the South taught him a brutal truth: honor means little in a court ruled by monsters. He stood in silence as Eddard Stark was executed. He watched as Sansa Stark, his childhood friend, was humiliated, beaten, and broken under Joffrey's reign. Once, he even stepped between her and Ser Meryn Trant, an act quietly noted by Tyrion Lannister... but never enough to change the game. And it was never enough to save her. Haunted by what he witnessed... and what he failed to do, Y/N abandons his sacred vows, becoming an oathbreaker in the eyes of the realm. But the North is calling him. His father is dead, slaughtered at the Red Wedding. His brother has been executed by the sadistic Ramsay Bolton. Ironrath has fallen, and House Forrester stands on the brink of extinction. Now, Y/N returns not as a knight from the South... but as a son of the North. Reuniting with Jon Snow and Sansa Stark, once his closest companions, now hardened by war and betrayal. Y/N joins their cause to take back the North from the Boltons. But time has changed everything. Jon is no longer just a brother. He is a leader. Sansa is no longer a girl. She is something stronger... colder. And when she looks at Y/N, she doesn't see the boy she once knew. She sees a man who stood beside the throne that destroyed her. Y/N carries the weight of every moment he failed her, while Sansa struggles to reconcile the man who tried to protect her... with the one who wore the colors of her enemies.

The Last Flame of Valyria By: Mother Melanin For nearly two centuries, the world has mourned the fall of Valyria. The Dragonlords are dead. The Freehold is ashes. And House Targaryen stands as the last remnant of a forgotten empire. At least, that's what history says. History is wrong. Hidden behind ancient sorcery and protected by the fires of the Fourteen Flames, House Zorvaxys has spent generations rebuilding what the Doom destroyed. Their dragons number in the hundreds. Their magic is older than kingdoms. Their wealth rivals empires. And their spies watch every corner of the known world. Now the heir to New Valyria has come of age. Prince Malek Zorvaxys. Dragon rider. Warlock. Future Emperor. The Last Flame of Valyria. Tall, powerful, and covered in ancient runic tattoos that glow with forgotten magic, Malek has spent his life preparing to inherit the greatest secret in the world. But when his father sends him to Westeros during the reign of King Viserys Targaryen, he finds a realm divided by ambition, dragons, and prophecy. And he finds Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen. As old rivalries awaken, ancient powers stir, and the shadow of civil war begins to loom over the Seven Kingdoms, Malek must decide what kind of ruler he wants to become. Will he restore the glory of Old Valyria? Will he forge a new empire? Or will he burn alongside the world his ancestors abandoned? Because when the dragons of New Valyria finally reveal themselves... The world will never be the same. ⸻ "The age of dragons never ended. It was merely waiting." 🔥🐉👑

Born of the Last Son of King Daeron II, Aenar Targaryen is beloved by the King and Royal Family. Raised by his Uncles, Princes Baelor and Maekar, after the untimely death of his father, Prince Gaemon, at the Redgrass Field, he enjoys a privileged position at court. Having recently returned from exploring Essos, he comes to find many things have changed: his family, his friends, and the realm itself. The fractures of the First Blackfyre Rebellion seem to be rearing their ugly heads once more. Will Prince Aenar be able to mend the family tensions that currently plague House Targaryen, and cause a new rise that rivals the reign of King Jaehaerys the Conciliator? Or will he fall into the dangerous world of politics and lose himself in his desire to return House Targaryen to fame, glory, and see a return of Dragons? Only time will tell.

"Your Highness, as someone who comes from two important bloodlines, I understand the pressure laid upon you better than most," "Are any of them royal, Ser?" "In their own way, Princess. Both have legacies, both are proud, and both are known for their stubbornness," "They sound a lot like my House, Ser." "Oh trust me, Princess, they are more alike than you realise..." ~~~~ Grudges, can last far longer than any mortal, and are carried down bloodlines in the form of stories and songs. Such is the case of Dorne and House Targaryen, since Dorne not only resisted Aegon The Conqueror and his Dragons, but managed to kill Queen Rhaenys Targaryen and her Dragon, Meraxes, with a deadly Scorpion bolt that struck Meraxes in the eye, and caused both Meraxes and Rhaenys to fall to their deaths. Since then, Dorne has fiercely resisted any attempt at unification with the other six Kingdoms, and has repeatedly refused to bend the knee to House Targaryen, resulting in tense relations that have existed ever since Aegon's time. However, Jaehaerys Targaryen "The Conciliator", saw the tensions as unnecessary and needless, and as such, sent his son and heir, Aemon, to Sunspear as an envoy and as a sign of trust. Unfortunately, the negotiations didn't turn out as expected, but one thing that DID happen, was Prince Aemon finding love...in the arms of the Princess of Dorne, Princess Mara Martell... Despite the fact that Aemon was already married and had a daughter, the Prince and Princess truly did love each other, but in the end...Mara saw how much it hurt Aemon to choose between her and his wife. So, Mara made the decision to be the one who let him go, and allowed him to leave Dorne to return to his family. And though Aemon had left, the love between them never stopped burning, and from that love...came a child. Maegor Sand Maegor the Unbroken The Dornish Dragon ~~~~~ I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS

"I'm a bastard, Nyra. I always was one. Being loved by the Queen does not change that," "Father loves you as well. I see his eyes light up whenever you are talked about," "That light...is not light, my dragoness. It is shame. Shame for what I am. For what he did that resulted in me..." "Mother did not think that way. Neither does father. And...I do not see you as that either, Jae..." ~~~~~~~~~~ Bastards are born of lust, passion, and most of all, shame. Their mere existence is something that brings dishonour on their Father's House, and are often times treated as less than dirt. They say that everything a bastard touches, will rot and die the next day. And in the case of royal Bastards, life is not much better. Jaehaerys Waters. A boy born to Viserys Targaryen, prior to the Prince's marriage to Aemma Arryn, was seen by the court as a symbol of dishonour. A symbol of shame... Being the son of a Targaryen Prince and Serenei of Lys, said to be the most beautiful woman in all of the Seven Kingdoms and the last of a noble Valyrian household, Aemon was born with striking looks, and beautiful white hair. And despite Queen Aemma Arryn showing the boy a mother's love when Serenei did not, Jaehaerys was constantly reminded of his status. And what shame he brought... But even then, bastards can sometimes rise to heights that no one ever even considered. And in the case of Jaehaerys "Dragon Eyes" Waters, whose eyes mimicked that of a fierce Dragon's...he would rise higher than any Dragon, mortal, or bastard ever thought possible. For Aemon may have been born a Waters, but he was, and will always be... A Targaryen... ~~~~~~~~~~~ ALL RIGHTS GO TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS, I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT MY OCs.

Maegon Waters, the bastsard son of Maekar Targaryen born just 2 years before redgrass field his mother handing him off to a traveling Minstrel at the age 1 and half in fear of the Targaryen's hunting down there bastards at the age of 12 he was handed over to a hedge knight by the name of Florian the Fair at the age of seventeen upon defeating a wildling in the borders of the vale he was knighted on the way to Ashford meadow while his master died of an festering wound he decides to become a mystery knight for the tourney

Having witnessed her father's beheading, Ilyanna Stark must now protect her sister and ensure they survive the evolving game of thrones. Will the She-Wolf break while living among lions, in a city on the verge of destruction, and bending to an imbalanced king thirsting for war? Or will she howl for blood? This is a retelling of the TV series with my character included. Please note that I own nothing. All rights go to HBO and GRR Martin. I merely have ownership of the original character and some plot shifts. Cover art created by PolliPo

Winter is coming, the words of House Stark. Ilyanna Stark, the first daughter, born to Lord Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully, younger twin sister of Robb Stark, has heard those words her whole life but never truly learned their meaning until a Raven arrives from Kings Landing bringing ill news. Will Ilyanna survive the Game of Thrones? Or will the Game claim her? I have decided to post a revision of my original story, which is a revision of the popular TV series that includes my original character included. This story contains several changes I have made to clarify and expand some ideas posted in my original work. Please note that I own nothing; all rights go to HBO and GRR Martin; I merely hold the additional character and some plot shifts. Cover Art by Michael Komarck All Rights Reserved

The South thinks it knows the North. It thinks of frozen roads, poor halls, and grim men in grey cloaks. It is wrong. In the North, the wolves have spent generations preparing for the day the rest of the realm would learn to fear them. Redwatch rises on the western sea like a fortress of winter-rich in silver and iron, guarded by beacon fires, Snow Knights, shield maidens, and fleets built to break raiders in the surf. The North of this story is not weak and not patient. It is a land hardened by old blood and older law, built on one truth above all others: the pack must survive. From that North comes Torrhen Redstark, heir to Redwatch-swift as a striking wolf with twin swords in hand, raised to loyalty so fierce it borders on holy. He is the son of a stronger North, a young warrior taught that courage means standing first, bleeding first, and never leaving one of your own behind. In the South, the storm has its own son. Orys Storm, the recognized bastard of Lord Steffon Baratheon, is born beneath lightning and prophecy, marked by the Omen of the Broken Tower from his first breath. Broad-shouldered and powerful even in youth, he carries the strength and fury of House Baratheon in his blood-too large to ignore, too proud to bow, and far too dangerous to dismiss. When Torrhen Redstark and Orys Storm are sent to the Eyrie beside Ned Stark and Robert Baratheon, four boys from different corners of the realm are forged into something stronger than friendship. They become a pack-and when the Seven Kingdoms begin to tear themselves apart, it will be a wolf from the North and a storm from the South who stand at the heart of the war that changes Westeros forever.