"Duty is the heavy gold chain with which the Targaryens systematically strangle one another." Born from a singular, miraculous night of duty between Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Laenor Velaryon, Princess Daenaera was the golden darling of a peaceful court. Blessed with wild silver curls, sea-kissed skin, and an unassailable legitimacy, she stood as living proof of her mother's honor. But as her dark-haired brothers arrive and the court devolves into poison whispers, Daenaera finds herself caught in a realm on the brink of war. Bypassed for her birthright, bartered away to the predatory Prince Aemond to buy a fragile peace, and silently watched over by a Green knight who longs to shatter his father's legacy, Daenaera must harden her heart to stone if she hopes to survive the coming dragonstorm. Disclaimer : While this story is heavily on spurred by all the events occurring in the HOTD tv series and books, what happens in this fan fiction does not always follow their strict timeline. Most characters are not mentioned, as the story focuses on Daenaera , my OC and Gwayne Hightower.

Lady Sara Dayne has spent half a lifetime beneath the shadow of the Hightower, all violet eyes, Dornish silk, and secrets sharp enough to draw blood; Ser Gwayne Hightower has spent just as long pretending he does not want her, even while taking comfort in the arms of men and wearing insolence like armor against a father who would sooner see his heir obedient than happy. They have kissed, quarreled, parted, returned, and circled one another through courtly marriages, whispered scandals, forbidden desires, and the slow gathering of dragonfire, two beautiful creatures forever caught between friendship and hunger. But as Alicent's green court hardens around them and war turns old loyalties into weapons, Sara must decide how much of herself she will surrender for the man she loves, while Gwayne must choose whether he would rather remain his father's son or finally become his own. In a realm where women are traded, men are taught to lie about what they desire, and love is most dangerous when it refuses to behave, the star of Dorne and the tower of Oldtown may yet discover that some hungers cannot be buried without becoming ghosts.

Alyrie has never been anyone of consequence. A shopkeeper's daughter in Oldtown, raised on borrowed books and half-true stories, she has spent her whole life reading about dragons rather than ever expecting to stand before one. But when the call goes out from Dragonstone - bastards of dragon's blood invited to claim what the Targaryens no longer can - she abandons the only life she's ever known and walks into legend on foot, disguised, alone, and utterly unqualified by any measure but her own stubbornness. What she finds in the limestone cliffs at the edge of the Reach isn't the dragon everyone else is chasing. It's the one nobody has ever managed to find at all. Captured behind enemy lines, she stumbles upon a knight whose quiet honour and unshakable decency make her question everything she thought she knew about the men on the other side of this war. Between the oath she's sworn and the thing her heart won't let go of, Alyrie will have to choose.

Helaerys Targaryen Hija menor de Viserys I y Aemma. Primera con el nombre. La historia la han contado como una princesa de increíble belleza y hermoso corazón, valentía sin deseos de una guerra pero esa historia muchas la cuentan diferente y la conocen como la princesa con cruel destino Cuando 2 apellidos y 2 colores se enfrentan en un conflicto el amor vive entre viento y marea pero cuando la corona pesa ese amor es roto con lo único que puede romper un amor en tiempos de guerra SON ESCENAS DE LA SERIE HOTD

Dos casas. Dos bandos. Un amor que jamás debió existir. Al principio, sus encuentros están llenos de desconfianza, silencios incómodos y palabras afiladas. Él es un Hightower. Ella, una Velaryon. No deberían tener nada en común. Sin embargo, entre visitas que cada vez duran un poco más y conversaciones que ninguno de los dos quiere admitir que espera, algo comienza a cambiar. Porque en una guerra donde todos deben elegir un lado... ¿qué sucede cuando tu corazón elige al enemigo?

After the fall of House Targaryen, two sisters survive the ashes. Visenya Targaryen, trueborn daughter of Rhaegar and Elia Martell, grows in exile beside Daenerys Stormborn, bound by blood, fire, and a promise to rule the world of men. Where Daenerys is forged in flame, Visenya is shaped by prophecy, patience, and the quiet will of conquerors long dead. When dragons rise from the pyre and a witch speaks of broken wombs and future kings, destiny divides their paths. Daenerys is meant for Essos. Visenya is called home to Westeros. Between steel and snow, love and legacy, conquest and counsel, Visenya must claim a throne not with madness, but with a dream older than the realm itself. This is the story of fire that learns to rule, and dragons who dare to dream again.

Gwayne Hightower se debatía en silencio, atrapado entre su inquebrantable sentido del honor, los estrictos votos de un caballero y un deseo prohibido que le quemaba las entrañas. Alysanne Velaryon, una princesa audaz con el fuego puro de los dragones corriendo por sus venas; una futura reina dispuesta a desafiar a su propia dinastía con tal de refugiarse en los brazos del único hombre que no la veía como un trofeo político.

Obligada a casarse con Sir Gwayne Hightower, la princesa Rhaella Targaryen abandona Desembarco del Rey para comenzar una nueva vida en Antigua. Mientras un amor inesperado florece con el hombre que jamás quiso imponerle cadenas, la llegada a la Torre Alta la enfrenta a una nueva corte, viejas ambiciones y a un Hightower cuya presencia amenaza con cambiarlo todo. En un mundo donde el deber pesa más que los sentimientos, Rhaella deberá descubrir si el corazón puede permanecer fiel cuando el destino insiste en ponerlo a prueba.

"All the things she said, all the things she said Running through my head, running through my head All the things she said This is not enough "

𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐍°𝟕 | ❝ Tras el cumpleaños número dieciséis del primogénito legítimo y futuro heredero del Reino del Dominio, este deberá ser marcado con el escudo familiar en su brazo dominante. Todo heredero que incumpla con esta ley deberá ceder el trono al siguiente en la línea sucesoria. ❞ 𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄 Adhara Tyrell, hermana melliza de Loras y heredera legítima al trono de Altojardín, recibe la marca distintiva antes de ser prometida al tirano rey Joffrey. ▂▂▂ LA MARCA ES HONOR LA MARCA ES LEGITIMIDAD LA MARCA ES PODER ▂▂▂ Pero para Adhara, y para todo aquel que intente huir del mismísimo rey, la marca es un castigo; el cual la obligara a infiltrarse en el único sitio donde los reyes no la buscarán: detrás del Muro. GAME OF THRONES FANFIC JON SNOW x fem