One lie. One child. One kingdom forever changed. On the night Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen swore before gods and men that nothing had happened between her and Prince Daemon, she carried a secret no one-not even she-knew existed. Born into whispers and raised as the daughter of Laenor Velaryon, the firstborn princess grows to become the heart of House Targaryen. As old rivalries threaten to divide the realm, she refuses to let ambition destroy the family she loves. In a world where history expected fire and blood, perhaps all it ever needed was one dragon willing to choose peace. An alternate universe where the Dance of the Dragons never comes to pass, old Valyria's traditions endure, and House Targaryen remains united.

Nyraexis/Aegoryx (Valyrian/Common Tongue) Noun - A legendary two-headed white dragon said to have been born from "icefire," a rare fusion of frozen storm magic and dragon flame in ancient Valyrian myth. Two Kings at once. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He looked to his newborn and grasped her from the wet nurse and brought her to Aemma's arms. Her smile widened, her babe distracting her from the pain. Viserys had tears in his eyes knowing this would be the last time he saw that beautiful smile he loved so much. Her voice broke the tender moment, "Aelyra," She looked towards her husband who nodded and smiled at the name, "My beautiful, darling girl how I love you so." The queen was known was gentle but nothing quite compared to this moment.

She died in the Battle of Hogwarts saving the two people she loved most. Death should have claimed her then. Instead, it opened another door. Reborn as Alicent Hightower years before the Dance of the Dragons, Asteria Black awakens in the Red Keep with memories that do not belong in this world - memories of war, prophecy, and the terrible cost of loving a hero destined to save everyone except himself. This time, she refuses to become another pawn. Not for her father. Not for the crown. Not for the realm. As King Viserys I Targaryen grows drawn to the strange new sharpness behind Alicent's eyes, and Prince Daemon Targaryen begins to notice the danger hidden beneath her quiet composure, Alicent realizes Westeros is no different from the world she left behind. Power devours the young. Men call slaughter destiny. And children are always the ones left bleeding for their ambitions. But death preserved more than her memories. Magic still lingers beneath her skin. Silver light answers her fear. And somewhere beyond this life, a boy she once loved may be searching for her too. The gods gave Alicent Hightower a second life. The realm may come to regret it. ━━━ "Death did not release her. It merely opened another door."

Aerion and Davina always loathed each other. But when does Loathing turn into love? Or will Valarr get in the way of Aerions plans. 👑 "Take that pain pass it down like bottles on the wall." 🐉 Most characters belong to grrm Any mature content is between consenting fictional characters

Before the Dance of the Dragons could tear the realm apart, there was another child of King Viserys I Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower-a daughter whose existence was buried beneath lies and ambition. Visenya Targaryen, the firstborn child of Viserys and Alicent, entered the world blessed with the pure blood of Old Valyria. She possessed silver-gold hair, vivid violet eyes, pale skin, and ancient gifts long thought lost. From childhood, dragon dreams haunted her sleep, prophetic visions whispered by the flames, and the forgotten magic of Old Valyria stirred within her veins. Yet her birth was an inconvenience to those hungry for power. Otto Hightower and Alicent desired a male heir to strengthen their claim over the Iron Throne. Fearing what Visenya's existence might mean, they secretly removed her from Westeros while the realm was told she had died in infancy.The Dead Princess was exiled across the Narrow Sea to Volantis, forgotten by her family and erased from history. But dragons do not forget their blood. The realm believes she died long ago. Soon, they will learn the truth. Fire and Blood were never meant for sons alone. 🔸 what if Meraxes didn't die in the Dorne? 🔸 🔸 what if Meraxes lost from the Seven Kingdoms and stayed in the ruins of Old Valyria?🔸 My OC- Visenya ll Targaryen

Helaena's obsession with insects leads her towards a better man. He was the opposite of Aegon and treated her right but he was a low born commoner and they could never be. 🕸 "I gave you my best and we both know you cant say that." 🕷 Most characters belong to grrm x marvel

When love first turned to desire, both Maekar and Baelor found themselves drawn to their sister, Saenara. Their looks lingered, their touches felt too warm. The court spoke of duty and distance, but the blood of the dragon ran hot. What the world called wrong, they felt as fire.

Saeloria Targaryen is a paradox made flesh-the youngest dragonrider in Valyrian history, the golden princess of House Targaryen, the firstborn child of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, and the elder sister of Rhaenyra. She is everything a legend should remember. There is only one problem. Saeloria Targaryen was never meant to exist. In another life, she was Aaliyah-a modern girl whose death should have been the end. Instead, she awakens before a radiant dragon goddess, one of the Fourteen Flames, who offers her an impossible gift: a second life, granted on the whim of a careless, dying remark. Reborn in fire and blood, Aaliyah becomes Saeloria, the Golden Princess, and finds herself at the heart of a family already teetering on the edge of ruin. Armed with knowledge of what is to come, she takes it upon herself to change fate, to protect those destined to fall, and to rewrite a history steeped in betrayal, grief, and war. But the world of dragons is not so easily reshaped.

There was once a time where peace could be achieved with silence. When a woman's worth was measured by her obedience to duty alone. But silence breaks. And when it does, desire speaks louder than duty ever could.

A Tangled-esque retelling incorporating a female OC x Cregan Stark. Oc is NOT a self-insert. At 2 , Aelora Velaryon was beloved by all. Including those outside of her own family. The heir to be, a beautiful Velaryon with long, flowing golden hair, she was the light of the court, Rhaenyra's little flower. She had to be, given that Rhaenyra nearly died while pregnant. It was that which made her a prime target for the plot for a rise in rank. A rash, silly thing. A dare more than anything. And yet, Aelora Velaryon finds herself stolen from her cradle on horseback going North with no one but a strange man to provide comfort. Aelora knows nothing of the life she is supposed to have lived. She knows only of her father keeping her safe in her tower and those lights. The lights she has begged to see every nameday since she could remember. Yet her father has kept her in that tower through fear of the unknown, forcing Aelora to see them only from afar. Until one day, that changes. When a lordling from a Northern house is chased into her tower by a group of wildings. Suddenly, that dream doesn't seem so far away. Perhaps Aelora will get everything she ever wanted after all.