❝ to ravage, to slaughter, to usurp under false titles, they call empire; and where they make a desert, they call it peace ❞. in which the second daughter of the king can't bear to live an ordinary life. team green targaryen oc (multiple love interests).

~Judas did this for him, but his soul still howls / his mouth still aches~ Daenys Velaryon no longer knew the difference between sacrifice and self-slaughter, nor where the violence against oneself ended. A Kinslayer, a rabid dog; such creatures had no use in a world of peace. Such creatures did not deserve peace. She was a tall child with no lap to crawl into, for who would wish to hold a thing like her, shame clotting in her blood like a curdling sickness. She, with the incessant need to apologize to everyone who ever knew her, for the inconvenience she caused them by making her existence known, walking into a room and searching for an empty seat so no one had to go through the painful act of sitting with her. Velaryons were supposed to be of the sea, but she was a burning ship, a vicinity one had to always flee. If anyone deserved to extinguish themselves in a kamikaze blaze, it was her, the one who would be missed least of all, who was needed least of all when the realm finally knew peace. © ace_asterisk **Sequel to Before the Sky Falls **Book 2/2 |Ambys 2024 Fanfiction Favorite Top Pick | Most impressive rankings: - #1 in houseofthedragon (2/6/2024) - #1 in aemondtargaryen (12/6/2024) - #1 in Aegon (26/7/2024) - #1 in aemondxoc (15/7/2024)

𝘈𝘋𝘜𝘚𝘛 (adj.) scorched; burnt. jacaera targaryen; the heretic. the secret history of the princess' life, not as told through the archmaesters' recordings or sung by balladmongers, but through her own eyes. the tragedy of the queen who should've been. HOTD, SEASON 1━? FEM!OC / VARIOUS PART #1 of "KINGS, QUEENS, VAGABONDS"

❝ Envy was, after all, colored green. ❞ ― It is both a blessing and a curse, being the Realm's Delight: Malentine Velaryon, Rhaenyra and Laenor's oldest son, knows that very well. He has been raised to be whatever the Iron Throne needs him to be: a skilled dragonrider, a charming prince, a shrewd politician - with a face like his, he can definitely be it all. Growing up alongside him, Aegon understands that he will always be a single step behind: born a moon too late, doomed to live in his shadow, straining to obtain whatever the Realm's Delight has for the sake of his own mother - who adores him dearly, but will not stand for failure. What is it that binds them, then, other than the blood in their veins? A love so scorching that will be their end. → A pre-Dance of the Dragons fanfiction. Part 1/? of "The Pearl" series.

"come daena, sit with me," said the woman, taking her place at a bright wooden table while undoing her intricate hairstyle, letting the copper hair rest on her shoulders. "but the day is beautiful and the wind is favorable! qēlos will surely enjoy flying!" she answered, silently trying to move towards the door. "the sun will be out for many more hours and I'm sure your dragon will be in the mood to fly even later," she said calmly. "all right alaena! but know that I will never understand your obsession with this game!" she said almost capriciously, sitting heavily in the chair opposite her sister. "your eyes deceive you, dear daena, this is not a game, this is war, our war," she said calmly advancing a green pawn. [ fem!oc x gwayne h. fem!oc x many pairings ] house of the dragon. fire and blood. fanfic ocs & canon characters all rights reserved Ⓒ︎