Cersei Rowena Black hailed from noble origin. The eloquence of her name suggested it. The Noble House of Black had been reduced to ashes from its former glory and from those ashes a girl had been born. If the Noble Lady Walburga was to be asked she would say her granddaughter was ''the brightest star of house black, set to restore their glory '' If The Notable wizarding nobility was to be concerned The House of Black had outrun themselves from their Game of Thrones, and it would take more than a girl. Their so called 'saviour' to stop the wheel from spurning on. Their world ever divided was split between the Pureblood supremacy and the so called righteous wizards of The Order. Each faction, each house was a testament to the spirit of the human nature. Quietly they all remarked upon Lady Walburga's statement 'a star' they repeated mockingly. Fitting Cersei wasn't named for one. She embodied it. We all craved power, hungered for it. Cersei knew it well. It was a hunger she had grown used to. Perhaps too much? A Harry Potter AU / With a Asoiaf spin on it Which gives an insight into how the Pureblood families operate and their connections to darker magics

" try not to hold on to what is gone i try to do right, what is wrong? i try to keep on keepin' on " Jeyne Hightower had always wanted to be a septa. To serve the Seven to the best of her abilities. She had begged and cried and clawed all her life for it. But to House Hightower, what she wanted was of little consequence. The game of thrones cared little for the desires of high born girls. When her grandsire sends her to King's Landing to attend the wedding of Prince Valarr, Jeyne catches the eyes of many. Many who wish to use her, who wanted her to tame a drunk dragon. daeron targaryen X oc a knight of the seven kingdoms fanfiction

"𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎, 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎."

In a realm built on blood and fire, one name casts a shadow greater than all others: Lannister. While King's Landing drowns in the chaos of Joffrey's cruelty and Cersei's ambitions, another lion rises from the Rock. Gerold Lannister, the second born son of the queen, carries a secret bloodline and a destiny shaped by Tywin's ruthless hand. Trained by Ser Jaime and Ser Barristan to be a prodigy with the sword, sharpened by Tywin to be the heir Casterly Rock deserves, Gerold is the golden hope of a House built on power, gold, and pride. But in the game of thrones, hope is as dangerous as steel. Whispers call him the true prince, lords speak his name with reverence, and blades turn against him in shadows. With Liontooth, his Valyrian steel sword, at his side, Gerold must fight through court intrigue, war, betrayal, and forbidden desires to claim his place in history. For in Westeros, a lion cub must learn to kill or be devoured. (Disclaimer I do not own Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice and Fire. All rights to the original world, characters, and story belong to George R. R. Martin and HBO. The only character I own is my original creation, Gerold Lannister, along with any original elements I introduce.)