The Dance of Dragons has begun. The war is not over. The dynastic struggle between Black and Green reaches its destructive peak, locking both factions into an all-out war for the Iron Throne. Diplomacy collapses entirely, and old betrayals curdle into unbridled ambition, plunging Westeros into an era of raw violence where no one, highborn or low is safe. The bloody naval and aerial Battle of the Gullet leaves tragic losses on both sides, and in its wake, Queen Rhaenyra herself is transformed shedding the empathy that once defined her to embrace an unyielding, merciless pursuit of dominance. Dragons and armies clash across the realm, and Westeros is left to reckon with the true cost of absolute power and total war. The throne is claimed. But peace is not. The Greens are scattered, still rebellious in defeat; the Blacks have paid for their victory in blood and grief of their own. Beyond the Red Keep's walls, the war has not truly ended so much as gone to ground. Traitors who slipped the noose still move through the realm, and Eros will not call his crown secure while any of them still draw breath, and the hunt for them burns as quietly and as relentlessly as anything happening behind his chamber doors. And in the cold, gilded cage of the Red Keep, a new war begins, one fought behind closed doors. Prince Eros Velaryon, newly crowned king, rules with dragonfire in his veins and vengeance in his blood. And now he lives among his greatest enemies, keeping them close under lock and key, within the very walls they once called home. They are his captives. His trophies. His torment. But power twists, and so does desire. As days bleed into dangerous nights, the line between hate and hunger blurs, and what begins as punishment curdles slowly into obsession. What was once war may yet ignite a fire far more devastating than any dragon's breath. In the game of crowns, hearts are the most treacherous weapons of all. All Rights Reserved Lewa Kulture 2024

Aegon Targaryen, the youngest child of Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen, was born in the year 92 AC. His birth was bittersweet, as his mother, Alyssa, passed away during childbirth. The infant prince was thus cradled in sorrow as his mother was laid to eternal rest. Despite the tragedy of his birth, Aegon grew to be a serene child. His quiet demeanor was often the talk of the Red Keep; he seldom engaged with many, preferring the solace of solitude. Nonetheless, Aegon frequently sought the company of his grandfather, Jaehaerys. In the elder's chamber, the young prince would spend hours, either engrossed in books or listening intently to the stories his grandfather shared, finding comfort and wisdom in the old king's words.

Aevor, the illegitimate son of Seara and Daemon Targaryen, was conceived when Daemon, at the age of seventeen, visited Lys and encountered his aunt in her pleasure house. Overwhelmed by her beauty, he remained in Volantis. After two months, Seara revealed to the young prince that she was with child. Daemon, merely seventeen, was skeptical. How could she be certain the child was his? The notion of fathering a bastard was inconceivable to him. He was adamant the child was not his. So, on the very night Seara claimed to be carrying his offspring, Daemon, known as the Rogue Prince, departed from Volantis.

Draegon Targaryen Stark wasnt looking for love but he would rather have the choice than a bride chosen for him. 🐉 "Give me your beating heat. I will stop it." ⚔️ All explicit and otherwise intimate relations are done by consenting fictional adults above 18. Alicent x male oc Otto x fem oc Most characters belong to grrm