"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐀 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡" What if there is another house that survives the Doom? What if because of them, the realm changed? 𝐇𝐨𝐓𝐃 {𝕯𝖆𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓 𝖝 𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗} {𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖞𝖗𝖆 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓 𝖝 𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕱𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗} {𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐓𝐃 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐂𝐬}

Daena Targaryen is a girl known for her sharp wit and skilled archery. Observant, meticulous, intelligent, and fierce, she was the mind behind many schemes. Her future husband, Davos Blackwood, known as "the shadow of Bloody Ben," shared her keen powers of observation. Together, Daena and Davos wait patiently, ready to catch their enemies at the perfect moment.

What if the gods had taken a different life than that of one of Aemma's stillbirths? What if in 94 A.C. it was not Laenor Velaryon who was born but Aemma Arryn and Viserys Targaryen's first child, Bealon Targaryen? What if they had given this child a gift that was similar but so different to that of Daenys the Dreamer? This is the story of Baelon Targaryen, first of his name, lord of the Seven Kingdoms and king of the Rhoyners, Andals and the First Men, king of all dragons (English is not my first language so let me be in peace about that) Only the characters not in the books or the shows are mine; anything else is not mine but Georges. I don't know if I have to say this, but I use AI to write this story, of course i only use Ai for the basis and edit the chapters afterwards but i use it nontheles, as im not grat at writing and just want to get the idea out of my head and publish it so that anyone that wants to can read it if they have the same idea. If you don't like it, don't read it. I just write this for my enjoyment and because I wanted a story with a plot like this, not because I'm a good writer.

The story of Annatar a bastard born on dragonstone during the dance of the dragons.

In a realm where mercy withers like winter roses, some lives burn brighter-and shorter-than others. Westeros bleeds, torn between those born to power and those who seize it with bloodied hands. Maerys Targaryen, First of Her Name, drew her first breath on a night when the sky rained ash and the moon loomed high over the macabre. Spirited away as her family's legacy crumbled, she became a ghost story whispered in the shadows of the Seven Kingdoms- One of the last two daughters of a dying dynasty. In the lavish halls of Highgarden, under the shrewd gaze of Olenna Tyrell, the lost princess learns to wear masks that hide dragons' teeth. The Queen of Thorns sees in her ward what others dare not: not just the echo of old glory, but the spark of something terrible and necessary. They say every Targaryen birth is a coin toss between greatness and madness. But what happens when that coin lands on its edge, spinning in an endless dance of fate? In this tale of blood and fire, of thorns and scales, the Iron Throne calls not to those who wish to rule, but to those who must-even if answering that call means setting the whole world ablaze. In this story I will be taking some features from the books, but following along with the show's plot line. All original GOT and HOTD characters belong to George R.R Martin.

Dorne has fallen, and its fiercest weapon-Princess Amaris Martell-is now a political prisoner in King's Landing. Rebellious, untamed, and lethal with a blade, Amaris doesn't bow to anyone. Desperate to rein her in, Queen Alicent assigns her cold and ruthless son, Aemond One-Eye, to keep her in check. But taming the fiery princess might just burn them both. *** 'He towered over her now, his presence suffocating. His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur. "Something tells me," he said, his gaze flicking to her lips, "you like your pleasure with a side of pain." Amaris scoffed, though the flicker of something in her amber eyes betrayed her. "Don't flatter yourself." He leaned closer, his lips curling into a smirk. "I'm quite good at pain. Particularly when you piss me off." His gaze dipped to the dress that clung to her body like a second skin. "Is that why your clothes can't seem to stay on when I'm around, Princess?"'

House Mudd, the house that is confirmed to have united the whole of the Rivertands under one banner, their own. No house before had accomplished this every time some region was missing or resisting. A rule that was beloved until the coming of the Andals. A dynasty that didn't struggle with rebellion in their own ranks as the later dynasties of Kings of the Rivers and Hills did. What if this dynasty returned? And what if there were something special about them? I own nothing but parts of the plot and characters that are not from either GeorgeRR Martin or JK Rowling. I don't know if I have to say this, but I use AI to write this story, of course i only use Ai for the basis and edit the chapters afterwards but i use it nontheles, as im not grat at writing and just want to get the idea out of my head and publish it so that anyone that wants to can read it if they have the same idea. If you don't like it, don't read it. I just write this for my enjoyment and because I wanted a story with a plot like this, not because I'm a good writer.

Maegon Targaryen never expected his life to turn around when he met two men as he gathered allies for his Half-Sisters claim to the Iron Throne. Davos Blackwood is a brass and bloodthirsty member of house Blackwood an ally to his Half-Sisters claim. And Ser Aeron Bracken a knight who seems far to over his pretty little head with his Uncle's decisions of alliances. Only the Gods will know what's to come when a Dragon, Crow, and Horse meet during a time of war. Davos Blackwood x Male OC x Aeron Bracken

Taelon Targaryen was the man of every womans dreams. To bad he was already taken by heartbreak. 👑 "Once I had an Empire in a golden age." 🐉 #1 in helaenatargaryen on 7/25/24 🥰 #1 in viserystargaryen on 7/25/24 ☺️ Most characters and rights belong to GRRM Any intimate relations are between fictional consenting adult characters

Aelora Targaryen, known as "The Golden Child," was born of secrets and trained as a hidden weapon. Raised amidst prophecies and held back by her family's ambition, fire, and blood, she lived a life shrouded in mystery. Across the realm, Benjicot Blackwood, feared and known as "Bloody Ben," bore his own bloody reputation. Amid the Targaryen war for the throne, a hasty decision was made to arrange a marriage between Aelora Targaryen and Benjicot Blackwood, seeking to gain support from House Blackwood and secure more allies should the conflict between Rhaenyra and Aegon Targaryen escalate. The Blacks proposed their only daughter to Benjicot Blackwood to ensure unwavering loyalty of House Blackwood to the queen and her rightful claim to the throne. Aelora suddenly found herself entangled in a web of political machinations and power struggles, forced into an uneasy arranged marriage that could decide the fate of her family.