Born a year after the Realm's Delight, Prince Aerion Targaryen was never meant to inherit the Iron Throne. But the realm has always preferred sons. Cruel where his sister is calculating, merciless where she seeks legitimacy, Aerion grows beside Rhaenyra as her shadow and her sword a dragon hatched of the same fire, but forged in something darker. While lords whisper that he would make the stronger ruler, Aerion's loyalty belongs to one person alone. When the Dance of the Dragons begins, the realm will learn a terrible truth: Rhaenyra may want the crown. But her brother wants the world to burn for her.

"And if I am to be cursed with this, at least let it help me save them. All of them." In which Helaena Targaryen is instead born as Helaena Velaryon, a princess blessed with the power of prophecy...

Aerion Brightflame dies a mad prince. He is reborn worse. Given another chance by gods who delight in cruelty, he finds himself a child again-this time at the side of Rhaenyra Targaryen, in a world that has not yet broken with his cousin Valarr by his side, now reborn as his twin sister. Together they will bring blood and fire to usurper. Aerion Targaryen/Fem!Valarr Targaryen

═══════════════ 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓻. ═══════════════ ⟹house of the dragon fanfiction ⟹𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄，aemond targaryen x oc

"Perhaps I was meant to burn alone in this world." Aelyna Targaryen, the realms terror. Her life had been nothing but one great tragedy. War has loomed over her head since the minute she breathed air. [Cregan Stark] house of the dragon au

ℌ𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 Henley Hightower. A name carried across realms, carved in the stone and blood of history, and honored throughout time. The woman who brought Daemon Targaryen to his knees. The only soul who could have Alicent Hightower trembling with fear. And the one person who had Rhaenyra Targaryen begging for her mercy. The disappointing daughter of Otto Hightower. She is a breath of fresh air around the kingdom, but also the thorn in everyone's side. Henley Hightower will bow to no man, or woman; for she has created, destroyed, and ruled over both. ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ Created Idea: 10/3/22 Started Writing: 11/18/22 Start on Wattpad: 12/12/22 Published: 4/8/23 *ɴᴏᴛ ɢʟᴏʀɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ/ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇs*

" 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗗𝗜𝗘, 𝗗𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡."── 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗛. " 𝗦𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗜𝗧." ── 𝗗𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗧. ❝ 𝙀𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝘼𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙉 𝙊𝙍 𝙍𝙃𝘼𝙀𝙉𝙔𝙍𝘼 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙇𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝘼𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿, 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘽𝙊𝙏𝙃. ❞ 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍-𝗂𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖱𝖾𝖺 𝖱𝗈𝗒𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖠𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 | 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝖦𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝖱.𝖱. 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇 | 𝖨 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖮𝖢𝗌. 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗗𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗣 𝗢𝗡 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗖𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥. 𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 1 - 𝖯𝖠𝖴𝖲𝖤𝖣. 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂

The Dance of Dragons has begun. The war is not over. The dynastic struggle between Black and Green reaches its destructive peak, locking both factions into an all-out war for the Iron Throne. Diplomacy collapses entirely, and old betrayals curdle into unbridled ambition, plunging Westeros into an era of raw violence where no one, highborn or low is safe. The bloody naval and aerial Battle of the Gullet leaves tragic losses on both sides, and in its wake, Queen Rhaenyra herself is transformed shedding the empathy that once defined her to embrace an unyielding, merciless pursuit of dominance. Dragons and armies clash across the realm, and Westeros is left to reckon with the true cost of absolute power and total war. The throne is claimed. But peace is not. The Greens are scattered, still rebellious in defeat; the Blacks have paid for their victory in blood and grief of their own. Beyond the Red Keep's walls, the war has not truly ended so much as gone to ground. Traitors who slipped the noose still move through the realm, and Eros will not call his crown secure while any of them still draw breath, and the hunt for them burns as quietly and as relentlessly as anything happening behind his chamber doors. And in the cold, gilded cage of the Red Keep, a new war begins, one fought behind closed doors. Prince Eros Velaryon, newly crowned king, rules with dragonfire in his veins and vengeance in his blood. And now he lives among his greatest enemies, keeping them close under lock and key, within the very walls they once called home. They are his captives. His trophies. His torment. But power twists, and so does desire. As days bleed into dangerous nights, the line between hate and hunger blurs, and what begins as punishment curdles slowly into obsession. What was once war may yet ignite a fire far more devastating than any dragon's breath. In the game of crowns, hearts are the most treacherous weapons of all. All Rights Reserved Lewa Kulture 2024

She went to sleep as a woman bound in marriage, and woke as a girl bound in grief. With years of betrayal, love, and ruin burned into her memory, Rhaenyra Targaryen rises anew, determined to twist fate itself beneath her wings.