She died on the freeway, wearing dragon wings and Visenya's sword. A fan of House of the Dragon, a lover of history and heartbreak, she thought she knew the story. She never expected to wake up in it. Now Vaelyra Targaryen, second daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, she is born into a doomed dynasty-one she refuses to let burn. Armed with knowledge of the future, she becomes her sister Rhaenyra's truest ally, her father's guiding hand, her younger siblings' secret guardian, and the court's silent storm. The Dance of the Dragons will never happen. Not if she can help it.

Aerion Targaryen x OC Female Baelor's daughter. Aerion's plaything. Elyra Targaryen wasn't born for a throne; she was born for a leash. While the realm sees a princess, her cousin sees a pet. It's a brutal, physical addiction to the weight of his hand and the snap of his voice. She should fight him. Instead, she's learning to crave the crawl. Same blood. Darker burn. Forced submission... until she snaps. Content Warning: Blood, drug usage, childbirth, fighting, mature themes (explicit), murder, physical assault, Targcest

Maely Targaryen was a woman born of dangerous blood, her lineage tracing back to Maegor the Cruel, a name still spoken in hushed tones at court. Even King Viserys, ever gentle and eager for peace, could not wholly dismiss those fears. It was when Daemon began to grow close to Maely that the court truly stirred. Whispers followed them through the halls of the Red Keep, and every shared glance, every private word, was weighed for meaning. The court understood what Viserys feared to admit, Daemon and Maely did nothing without purpose.