House of the Dragon fanfic. Born in 119 AC, Vaelora Targaryen has never quite grown the way other children do. She counts stitches, listens to silences, and hears what others dismiss. But the realm is shifting. A king dies. A crown is claimed. Dragons stir. Caught between green and black, between prophecy and blood, Vaelora stands too near the fire. Some wars are fought with swords. Others are fought inside a child's mind.

No one could claim to understand Regulus Black - she had been peculiar from the day of her birth. Everything about her had always been regal and cold, perfectly befitting a daughter of House Black. And yet, her fate would be different from her predecessors: instead of marrying for an alliance, she had married out of love. Instead of being a consort to a lord, she had become the Head of her House. And perhaps, the most surprising thing about her was the fact she had ten children, even though only five of them were biologically hers and one of them was her husband's bastard, born of his infidelity with his childhood sweetheart.

Sent back to the years before the Dance of the Dragons, Rhaenyra carries memories of betrayal, dragonfire, and the slow extinction of her family's greatest power. She knows who will rise against her. She knows how the war ends. But fate is not so easily undone and the gods are expecting a lot. To save her claim and the last dragons of House Targaryen, Rhaenyra must decide. Will she outmanoeuvre destiny... or end up making things worse.

History was written by the survivors, and Rhaenyra Targaryen was not meant to be one. Her story ended in dragonfire and ash, her name scrubbed from the tapestries of the Red Keep, her legacy reduced to a cautionary tale whispered to rulers who feared their own downfall. She was supposed to die by fire. Instead, she awakened in a peaceful Westeros that remembered her only as "the Pretender". At the tourney of Ashford, she crossed paths with Baelor Breakspear who was a prince, widower and heir to a realm that prided itself on stability. A man forged in iron rules and honor, Baelor has studied the histories of the Dance. He knew the queen who had nearly torn the Seven Kingdoms apart. However, he never expected to meet her. Least of all when she struck his nephew and almost fractured his father's fragile peace. What did it mean to protect someone who was already dead? How could a prince rule a peaceful realm while being haunted by a queen he could not claim to know? And when duty demanded distance, why did he hesitate?

What if someone from our world transmigrates into Laenor Velaryon from ASOIAF/HOTD??? He has the powers of Percy Jackson. What changes could he bring with the powers of the son of the Sea God Poseidon in the timeline of Dance of Dragons?? Read to find out.

"Love is a dangerous thing for a princess. For Lyraenys, it was the cage that turned a songbird into a true dragon. She is happy in his arms, and that is why we all should be terrified" Lyraenys 'Star-Flier' Targaryen of House Targaryen. The first in her name and the one who was believed to bring back hope in the Seven Kingdoms. She hadn't gone mad like the most in her family. She was kind, patient, and saw the light even in the darkness. Lyraenys was raised by her mother, who saw her as the future of the Seven Kingdoms. She would one day rule the Seven Kingdoms. She raised Lyraenys to be a strong, loving girl. But her father had other plans. He saw his daughter as a pawn in his quest for the throne. He married her off to her cousin, Aerion, hoping to bring him closer to the throne. After years apart, Aerion and Lyraenys reunite in marriage, bringing joy to many. Maekar hopes Lyraenys can tame his son because of his madness. But what they don't know is that Lyraenys is fragile, both like a flower and a bomb. Because after all, she is still a Targaryen. After a few months of happy marriage, and Aerion's most cherished dream coming true, a new knight arrives in the kingdom who might just cause some trouble.......... I don't own anything from AKOTSK! Or anything else related to ASOIAF! I only own Lyraenys and this story!

Daenerys Targaryen dies in Jon Snow's arms-but wakes again on her flagship, sailing toward the conquest she never finished. A fog rolls in. A new Dragonstone appears. And a world of long-dead Targaryens stares at her across the water. Rhaenyra sees a conqueror. Daemon sees a threat. The dragons see...something older. Daenerys carries her scar, her memories, and the fire that refused to let her go. And the Dance of the Dragons will never be the same again. Daenerys x male oc

What if Princess Viserra Targaryen made it back to the Red Keep unharmed after her one last night of laughter? Saera's disgrace and Baelon's rejection sealed Viserra's fate and her marriage to Lord Theomore Manderly went forward during the tenth moon of 87AC. 3 years later the decrepit lord is dead, Viserra finally comes home and she doesn't intend to be sold off again. Upon her return to King's Landing, she makes overtures to her siblings, nephews and nieces - the future of House Targaryen. She was meant for her mother's crown and she will see it upon her head - one way or another. Oh, what a raging fire one ambitious princess can make.

Nelaehrys Velaryon, Rhaenyra's firstborn daughter, was a child of fever and fire-her mind haunted by dragon dreams that left her drifting between brilliance and madness. Called the Broken Flame by courtiers, she found solace only with her shadow-scaled dragon, Firefang, whose strange, feline cunning mirrored her own fragile soul. Tired of her daughter's wildness, Rhaenyra sought to marry Nelaehrys off quickly, to rid herself of the burden she could not control. Yet fate had other plans. In the cold North, Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, felt the pull of a bond older than crowns and thrones. Soulmates, tied by ice and fire, wolf and dragon, sanity and chaos. Their love would be both salvation and destruction-reshaping the Dance of the Dragons, as snow embraced flame.🔥❄️ In fever and frost, in shadow and flame, two souls bound by fate will set the world ablaze.🐺🐉💔

Rhaenyra Targaryen, Maegor's daughter, is his only joy.