𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍━━━━━ in which Maegora Targaryen, the Queen of Devuniean and Jacaerys Velaryon the heir to the Iron Throne fall in love and live a happy married life. or in which Maegora does her best to support her aunt and her husband's claim to the throne. And she will give due punishment to those who come against them. ╰┈➤ jacaerys velaryon x oc ╰┈➤house of the dragon fanfic ╰┈➤friends to lovers

The Song of Ice and Fire... The lion will take a dragon. He wasn't just a kingslayer and she wasn't just Snow White. Whispers of a prophecy claim her destiny is tied to the greatest sword of the realm, foretelling an age where the Lion will reign supreme through her hand. When King Robert arrives at Winterfell, Lyanna is faced with an inevitable betrothal to the one man who is her mirror, her rival, and her fated equal: Ser Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer. Trapped in a game of wits, desire, and dominance, Lyanna and Jaime find that their shared contempt for tradition and duty is the foundation for an unstoppable power. They are two golden pillars, destined to conquer the world together or burn it to the ground. The only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon... was itself. WARNING ⚠️ The Song Of Ice And Fire belongs to George R. R. Martin, I only rewrite for changes. All other characters and plots belong to HBO and the writers and the original Novel series "Song of Ice and Fire" #1 eliamartell #1 robbstark #1 viserys #1 houseofdragons #1 lyannastark #1 jaimelannister 1/1/2023 #1 targaryen 1/4/2023 #1 Jaime 3/17/2023 #1 robertbaratheon 3/22/2023 #1 rhaegar #1 Cersei Thanks for 5k views 11/29/2022 Thanks for 10k views 1/7/2023 Thanks for 20k views 2/22/2023 Thanks for 30k views 4/24/2023 Thanks for 90k views 6/21/2024 Thanks for 170k views 3/26/2026

The tale of Visenya Velaryon and Cregan Stark. Visenya Velaryon, young Princess of Dragonstone, is determined to prove herself worthy of her blood and protect her kin as the realm teeters on the edge of chaos. Far in the North, the young Lord of Winterfell- solemn, steadfast, and born to lead- grows into his destiny. Their paths collide once more, and the embers of an old bond flare hot amid rising shadows. But the Greens have seized Rhaenyra's throne, and war sweeps towards them like a storm, sparing neither the brave nor the beloved. As the realm burns and loyalties are tested, Visenya must confront the question that haunts all who bear the name Targaryen: When the coin is cast, will she rise to greatness... or fall to madness?

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝." ᯓ★» IN WHICH a princess is named heir to the Iron Throne. She vows to secure her rightful place, to protect her family and the realm from the brink of destruction - all while becoming entangled with the greatest threat to her reign of all: her love for the Rogue Prince. ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝔻𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕖𝕟 𝕩 𝕆ℂ ℝ𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕠𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕩 𝕆ℂ 𝕃𝕒𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕍𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟 𝕩 𝕆ℂ 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: #𝟙 - 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟 #𝟙 - 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 #𝟙 - 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕒 #𝟙 - 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 #𝟙 - 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕣

Visenya II Targaryen would soon learn that betrayal led to war, and she'd have to choose which side to fight on; her deceitful family, who usurped the Iron Throne from its true heir. or her half-sister's, the true heir who Visenya did not know well and become a kinslayer whatever side she fought for, the unheard prophecy of Visenya II Targaryen had already been written by fire and blood centuries ago.

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 They called her a blessing before they called her a curse. They called her divine before they called her dangerous. By the time the realm called her queen, it was already too late. History remembers Aelyra Targaryen as the first Queen of Westeros, the woman in whose name the Dance of the Dragons began. The woman men bled for, dragons screamed for, and kingdoms burned for. But Aelyra was never meant to exist. She was not born to this world. She came from another life, carrying another name, another grief, and a love so ruinous it followed her even into death. To save the one soul left to her, she gave up her own to the ancient Dragon God of Old Valyria, and in return he made her his chosen child. His voice. His miracle. His mistake. He sent her into House Targaryen to stop the war that would destroy them. To love them enough, heal them enough, bind them tightly enough that the future itself might break around her. But the gods, like men, are often cruel in the things they ask of women. Because Aelyra did save them. Just not in the way anyone intended. She made them softer. She made them kinder. She made them love. And then she made them want. Not the throne. Not power. Her. And Targaryens have never been taught how to love without hunger. So what happens when the girl sent to prevent a war becomes the heart of it? What happens when devotion curdles into obsession, and every dragon in the sky begins to circle the same flame? What happens when the savior of a dynasty becomes the ruin of it? The maesters never wrote that story. This one begins in fire.

"But there is one thing we desire more than each other," she whispered. Her lips brushed his, barely a touch, light as breath. A provocation. "Power." Eleanor Tyrell was not kind. No one ever dared to question that and one had to be a fool to see gentleness where there was none at all. She did not conceal her cruelty, nor her pride. In fact, she thought it suited her. When Prince Maekar tried to wed his son Aerion in a desperate attempt to tame him, Lord Leo Tyrell didn't hesitate to secure that match for his own daughter, hoping it would tame her just the same. It didn't. Aerion and Eleanor were like flame to flame, igniting a wildfire, leaving nothing but destruction in their way. A match made in hell. The hunger for power ignited something inside of them, consuming both until there was nothing left of them anymore. Just death. || Aerion Targaryen X OC (A little Daeron) ||

Since birth, Adira was known to be a healer. The maester had shaken his head, thinking the lady of the keep was not going to make it out of the birthing bed. Her tearing was too great, but then the glowing started. And once it faded away to reveal a fine scar, they all knew. The new babe was special. All her young life, Adira only wished to help others with her gift, but she was always locked away by her father until one day she received a raven from the most unlikely people. A Dothraki khalassar. If only she stayed home.. All the horror that came to her House might have been avoided and all the blood shed, unshed. Turns out helping the Khal, changed her life for the better and the worst.

In a realm where dragons are long dead and only their bones remember what once was, Prince Aerion Targaryen has grown too bright for his own good. Sharp-tongued, unbending and restless beneath the weight of a fading dynasty, Aerion has learned to wield cruelty the way other men wield steel. Court fears him. His father restrains him. The realm waits for him to either rise.. or ruin himself. Far from the gilded halls of King's Landing, House Gartimor of the Wolfswood guards older blood and older rumors. They are called beasts in silk-lined courts, whispered of as skinchangers and savages. Their daughter, Mineria, was raised not for embroidery but for endurance. She knows the bite of cold and the feel of a sword hilt in her palm. Between frost and flame, beneath watchful skulls and colder stars, two stubborn natures are forced into proximity neither sought and neither can easily escape. And when politics binds dragon to wolf, it is meant to be alliance.. It becomes something far more dangerous. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Art/moodbars etc for this story, here; Instagram: @coconcussion

BOOK 2 After a wedding that nearly ended in tragedy, Lyanna Tyrell and Aerion Targaryen begin their new life in Highgarden. But marriage to a Targaryen is never simple. As they travel to the famous Ashford Meadow Tourney, old loyalties, dangerous tempers, and the politics of Westeros threaten to test their love in ways neither of them expected.