Daemion is brought before Daenerys Targaryen at the ceremony after she wed khal Drogo I am using episode titles as chapter titles because I don't know what else call them

Follow along Torrhen Stark, Heir to Winterfell, as he makes a name for himself and tries to keep his family safe while playing the Game. I do not own Game of Thrones nor any of its characters except my original character

Born of fire and forged in bronze, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen is the only son of Prince Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce. Raised between the mountains of the Vale and the blood of Old Valyria, his fate changes forever when he claims the most feared dragon in Westeros, the Cannibal. As friendships become love, kingdoms descend into war, and dragons darken the skies once more, Rhaegar must decide how much of himself he is willing to sacrifice for the woman he has loved since childhood. In the end, the Iron Throne may be won... but at what cost?

Step into a world of political intrigue, power struggles, and royal legacy as you follow Harwill Baratheon, the only son of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister, on his journey to claim his rightful place as heir to the Iron Throne. Discover the untold secrets and hidden truths that shape his destiny in this gripping tale of betrayal and ambition. ---- I honestly don't know what to put for this, I was just hit with an inspiration to write this, its something a bit different as it's not a Targaryen oc.

Tybolt Baratheon, second but the only trueborn child of King Robert and Queen Cersei

Prince Aurion Targaryen is known across the Seven Kingdoms as the Reaper - a silent war hero who wields a warhammer, executes Blackfyres with his own hands, and walks through battle like death itself. Unfortunately for him, he must also deal with: a rage-filled teenage heir, a deeply melodramatic four-year-old convinced he is burdened by destiny, and Maekar Targaryen refusing to shut up. Fearsome on the battlefield. Exhausting at home.

Being the eldest son has its perks and it's downfalls. Vaelon endured both. Witnessed the realm favor him over his brothers for merely having white hair and witnessed the cruel treatment the queen gave his mother. The only person that gave him an escape from it all was Helaena, his sweet Helaena. The best of them all, the only Green he would protect with his life. So what will happen when he is suddenly at the head of a war he didn't know was coming. Helaena × Male oc ☆Mature content☆ All rights go to HBO and George R.R Martin. I do not own any of the characters only the ones I made and will be making.

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

"I love you," he finally said. "In what way?" She asked. "You know what way." House Targaryen ruled the skies, their dragons soaring above the lands of Westeros, embodying the power and legacy of Old Valyria. As the blood of the dragon, the Targaryens were bound by fire and by blood, their history marked by triumph and tragedy. Their Valyrian bloodline remained pure through generations of marrying within their own house, ensuring the strength of their line and the potency of their dragons. From the Iron Throne, they governed the Seven Kingdoms with wisdom, their rule defined by a deep and unyielding connection to the fire that burned within them. House Velaryon, rulers of the seas, were ever loyal to House Targaryen, their fates as inseparable as the tides. Their wealth, power, and prestige were born from their naval dominance, securing their place as allies and kin to the dragonlords of House Targaryen. The Velaryons were steadfast in their loyalty, their bond with House Targaryen as much about shared heritage as it was about respect for the sea and the power it held. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, son of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, was more than just the heir to the Iron Throne, he was a warrior, a leader, and a prince truly deserving of the crown. With the blood of Old Valyria running through his veins, he carried Fire and Salt. A skilled swordsman, he trained relentlessly, his strikes as precise as they were powerful. But beyond his prowess in battle, Jacaerys was a just and compassionate leader, one who listened to his people and understood the weight of his duty. He was not just a ruler who would sit idly on a throne, he was a prince who would fight for his family and realm, who would bleed and die in honor. Many whispered that he would be the greatest king the Seven Kingdoms had ever known. Jacaerys Velaryon x Daenera Velaryon (female oc)

(𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐) When Robert Baratheon dies three days after the Trident, the realm does not mourn long. It cannot afford to. There is still a kingdom to run, a throne to fill, and a Lannister bride already promised. Roald Baratheon never wanted to be king. He wanted his brother alive. He wanted the Dornish match that had been arranged for him, the life that had been planned. Instead he gets a crown that doesn't fit, a council full of agendas, and a wife who looks at him like she is already calculating the distance to the exit. Cersei Lannister never wanted this husband. She wanted Jaime. She wanted the story she had written for herself since childhood. Instead she gets a man who is not Robert - not cruel, not drunk, not wandering - a man who comes to her door every night without fail and stays until morning, who builds glass houses in winter and calls it governance, who looks at her like she is the only interesting thing in a room full of interesting things. She finds this infuriating. She finds this, slowly and against every intention, something else entirely. This is the story of a marriage that neither of them chose, built year by year from argument and jealousy and five children and the quiet, stubborn faithfulness of a man who decided at the altar what he wanted and never once looked elsewhere - no matter how many ladies of the court arranged themselves in his path. The court whispers that the king never strays. Cersei already knows. She has the evidence every morning.