˚✧🗡️🐉. ( ᴡᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ) -✿-🗡️˚ʚ ᗢ₊ ˖ ࣪⭑ ━ ❝ she is the blood of the two greatest dynasty's the world has ever seen.❞ ─── 𝗔𝗡 𝗚𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖

Daemon's bastard daughter, Lysara Waters, worked at the Red Keep for years without anyone realizing she's actually one of them. This only comes to light when she's thrown to Vhagar as food and then taken into the castle, where she develops romantic interests. Aemond? Aegon? Or perhaps even her bodyguard?

She hates him and blames him for her brother's death. Princess Mealyra Velaryon, firstborn daughter of Queen Rhaenyra and Ser Leanor, swears revenge on Aemond Targaryen. He mirrors this hatred, only differently, because he sees her brother in her every time he looks at her.

In Which Left to rot in Tortuga after her father's disappearance, Isolde Turner learned early that the only person you can trust is yourself. Then she met Jack Sparrow, and he proved her right by stealing everything she owned. When her path crosses Jack's again in Port Royal, she finds him in a mess of cursed gold and standing beside a brother she hasn't seen since she was a child. Or Orphaned and alone , Elaine Swann seeks stability in Port Royal under the watchful eye of her uncle, the Governor. Her life is defined by two things her growing affection for the stoic James Norrington and her absolute hatred for piracy.

sɪɴ ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛs ɪɴ ɴᴜᴍᴇʀᴏᴜs ғᴏʀᴍs, ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍʙᴏᴅɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ, ɴɪᴇɴɴᴀ ᴀʀʀʏɴ, ᴀ sᴛʀɪᴋɪɴɢ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ. sʜᴇ sʏᴍʙᴏʟɪᴢᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛʀɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇᴛs ᴏғ sɪɴ, sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ʟᴜsᴛ, ᴡʀᴀᴛʜ, ɢʀᴇᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴠʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs. sʜᴇ ɪs ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sɪɴs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴀᴡs ᴏғ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴs, ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ sɪɴ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ; ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ sʜᴏᴡ ɴᴏ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʙɪʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴏ sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴғɪɴᴇs ᴏғ ɪᴛs ᴄᴀɢᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʙɪʀᴅ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀs ʀᴜғғʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ᴘʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ, ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɪɴsᴀᴛɪᴀʙʟᴇ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ғᴀᴛᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ? 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 & 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂 !!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗘𝗔𝗧!!

"sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ" ɪs ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢʟᴇss ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ғᴀɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sɪɴᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʟʟɪᴅ sᴋɪɴ, ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴʟᴇᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʟɪғᴇʟᴇss ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɪɴᴠᴀᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʙʟᴜʀʀɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋᴇɴ ʜᴀᴢᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢʟʏ sʟɪᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ, ᴅʏɪɴɢ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴄᴏʀᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴᴏᴜs ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴠᴀsɪᴏɴ, ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ғʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴇsᴘᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀsᴘ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂 !!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗘𝗔𝗧!!

"I can't. This is wrong," Ælflæd whispered, her hands trembling as she pushed Sihtric away, though her fingers lingered for a heartbeat too long. Sihtric frowned, hurt flashing across his face. "How is it wrong?" "Because the Danes took everything from me," she said, her voice cracking. "My home. My family. I'm supposed to hate you. I'm supposed to hate all of you. My faith demands it. My people demand it." He stepped closer, but slower this time, as if approaching a frightened animal. "And what do you demand?" She swallowed. "God says it is wrong." "Does he?" Sihtric asked gently. "Or do men speak for him?" Her breath faltered. "If loving me brings you peace instead of pain... if it makes you feel alive instead of hollow... how can that be wrong?" he continued. "I am not the man who hurt you. I would burn before I ever became them." Silence fell between them. Nothing about him felt dark. And that terrified her more than anything. The Last Kingdom Season 1 - Female Oc x Sihtric Kjartansson

⚠️🇬🇧: Translated version of my fanfiction "La Consigliera" In an era where a woman's worth was usually measured by the number of children she bore, Lady Jocelyn Strong will have to fight every day to achieve her goal: to be part of the Small Council of King Viserys I Targaryen, and become his Hand. An invisible player in a ruthless game on a chessboard of power-hungry men, the youngest of House Strong will have the reins of a kingdom on the brink of crisis in her hands. She will have to thwart intrigues and conspiracies against her and those closest to her, she will be called to take sides in a dynastic war that will involve her in many ways and between broken friendships and forbidden loves, she will have to fight with all of herself so that ruin does not fall upon the Dragon Dynasty, consequently bringing her world to the bottom as well. Staying true to her morals and goals, she will push herself beyond any limit allowed to a woman, and her name will forever echo in the Dance of Dragons.

⚠️🇬🇧: Translated version of my fanfiction "Il Miracolo del Barile" Among the black and fog-filled streets of Ketterdam, hidden in the filth and perdition of the Barrel, there is a girl with eyes as blue as the deepest sea and bright red hair. Ksenyia Velkov is a Grisha, but not like the others. She is a true Miracle. Her uniqueness has led her to carefully avoid the Small Palace, hiding her true self from the world. But when her safety and that of her family is put at risk, the young girl will be forced to resort to the help of the Devil and will have to deal with her past and her future. She will have to take sides and fight for a greater cause, facing a journey that will lead her to discover the world, friendship, love and her powers.