𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 & 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒈 ☾⊹ ࣪ [ Akotsk x Valarr Targaryen/oc ] - 𝘖𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺, these are the words of the Black Stag of Baratheon. Though my eyes have been set only once on a stag - a white hart, glorious and ethereal standing tall in front of me. ❧♛❦♛❧ {Tales of golden lines written for the Young Stag have stormed through Westeros. The long untamed Lady Meera Baratheon, named by my grandmother, with courage known to men and patience known to women. Tales of lines of suitors for my hand, beauty and persistence - Lyonel Baratheon could not justify any of it as my father. Who would have known the light in my dark eyes threatening to rip my womanhood out with a knife against my thigh at the idea of Lord Baratheon, my grandfather, tangling me to marriage with an impotent suitor to his vows as lordship. The night storm passes and by day, Valarr Targaryen, the Young Prince, with his father, Prince Baelor, are seated by the hall of Storm's End. Only one question at the eerie silence -𝑾𝒉𝒚?}

If there were no Valyrian features of pale lilac eyes and silver hair. If there was no sharp scaled beast, unholy offspring of purple fire and darkness, bestowed the name of Nightfury. Princess Elaena would be the clone of Aemma, the late first wife of King Viserys-a constant reminder of his failings. A whisper by Otto Hightower was enough to convince her father to assign Ser Gwayne as her sworn protector. Nausea as the chilling tickle of the green snake circling her ankles rise to her throat. A path with the bidding choice of marriage and the horror of fate repeated as the gods have stolen her mother from her life.

They call him the 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗗𝗼𝗴. A Stark who serves as Helaena Targaryen's sworn shield. The realm calls him a traitor, the Greens distrust him, the Blacks despise him, and yet he refuses to leave her side. Through the Dance of the Dragons, Connan Stark learns that protecting Helaena's life may be easier than protecting his own heart. Connan has spent his life serving no cause but his own. Charming when it suits him, insufferably arrogant when it doesn't, he has never believed in destiny, duty, or love. He finds himself caught between rival queens and a princess who haunts his every thought. The realm calls him traitor. Both sides question his loyalties. Yet through every tragedy, he remains where he has always sworn to be, at Helaena's side. And when the gods finally come to collect their debts, Connan discovers that saving Helaena may cost him everything.

- 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘕𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 - "𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘐𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘴. 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗜𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲" Aemma Velaryon was known for many things: her beauty and her stubbornness. These were typical traits of her house, which she would carry with her throughout her life, even when she was sent North to marry the future lord of House Stark, Cregan Stark. Where the cold of the North meets the sea and fire, where two souls clash in an attempt to dominate and assert themselves. An arranged marriage, a compelling story full of twists and turns. Welcome to the story of the Diamond of the Realm. The canonical events of Fire and Blood will be followed, mixing them where necessary with the TV series "House of the Dragon." The main themes revolve around violence, blood, hints of infanticide, suicide, and depression. Reading is recommended for an informed audience. English is not my first language. story's

| Elle est née parmi les flammes vertes, mais son cœur refuse d'y brûler. Car dans la guerre des trônes, les indécis ne survivent pas. ꧁ E L I R A H I G HTOWER H O U S E O F T H E D R A G O N ꧂

He is fire; she fears the flames. Naerys Velaryon, firstborn of Rhaenyra Targaryen, bears the blood of the dragon yet carries a curse that sets her apart: a terror of fire. When her mother's claim hung by a thread, she was bound in childhood to her uncle, Aemond Targaryen-a union forged not out of love, but as the price exacted for the loss of his eye. Ten years later, Naerys returns to King's Landing to fulfill her duty. But her betrothed is no longer the boy she once knew. Aemond is vengeance made flesh, as sharp and unforgiving as the blades he wields. In a court ruled by treachery, where oaths shatter as swiftly as they are sworn, they must set aside their grievances... if only to seize what they both covet. The Iron Throne. And in the game they are forced to play, hatred may prove the only thing more perilous than desire. All rights belong to George RR Martin and HBO House of The Dragon, except any original characters and canon divergence on this story.

{~Game of Thrones /Fanfic /ASOIAF~} Maurelia Lannister often felt as a Lamb amongst Lions within the house whom she shares her name. She was bound by blood to the Lannisters her father Ser Kevan Lannister, was the younger brother of Lord Tywin Lannister. While sharing the appearance of the Lions & Lioness who reside within the pride of Casterly Rock her golden luscious long locks and emerald green eyes though her gaze did not carry the same calculated & cruel glare as them of her kin. Maurelia learns that in more than one way looks can be deceiving. The name flowercub was assigned to her by her father in childhood, as Mia's obsession with flower's beauty had unraveled leaving her in awe of the vibrant colouring and blissful scent of they offered. Though her interest peaked even more so when she discovers that they not only hold beauty but power within them flowers which can be used to heal & harm others. This story follows how Maurelia finds her path as those around her begin sharping their claws to pounce upon their prey to take the iron throne. Eventual // (OC X Willas Tyrell💞)