"ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ᶜʰᵒᵏᵉ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ᵒⁿ ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈ ᵛᵃᵖᵒᵘʳ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʰᵒˡʸ ᶠᵃᵛᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵃˢᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ᵐʸ ʰᵉˡˡ ⁱˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰⁱᵍʰ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ʷᵃˢʰ ᵐᵉ ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ⁱ ᵖᵘˡˡ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃᵛᵉˢ." William Turner + Elora Rolfe

so it's true, when all is said and done grief is the price we pay for love josephine must decide whether to stand by the man she has come to love or betray him for the survival of her family. growing up was easy for someone like josephine; she was royalty, but after her brother does the unthinkable she will have to learn how to play the game of thrones and how to win it. cover: @seasmoked

"The North remembers, and Winter is Coming" Lyarra Stark, the younger twin sister of Robb Stark, with the looks of a Tully and and the spirit of a Stark. Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice and Fire. I only own my OC, Alysanne Stark.

"𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾" -Silver springs "𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩; 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙; 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙨" [ENDGAME LOVE INTEREST: ROBB STARK] [SEASONS 1-?]

"If you had to fall into a woman's arms, my son, why couldn't they have been one of the Tyrell's? The wealth and power of Highgarden could have made all the difference in the fighting yet to come. And perhaps Grey Wind would have liked the smell of her as well." In the midst of the war of the five kings, an unlikely betrothal becomes of the King and the North and the Golden Rose of Highgarden. Robb Stark X OC season 2 - ?

Two birds of a feather Say that they're always gonna stay together But one's never going to let go of that wire (oh-oh-oh) He says that he will. But he's just a liar Two birds on a wire. One tries to fly away and the other Watches him close from that wire. He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar Two birds on a wire. One tries to fly away and the other Melara Tyrell grew a rich, happy life. But she also grew up knowing she'd be wed off to Robb Stark, heir to Winterfell. It wasn't a idea she hated, no no. Starks were known to honorable... Yet again his father did have a bastard..

Indomitus~ untamed, untamable, fierce ReWrite of my story "Queen of the Ashes" "In the year 114AC, Princess Rhaenyra gave birth for the first time. The realm was thrilled when it was announced the heir to the Iron Throne had birthed twins, a boy and a girl. The eldest, a little girl with a tuft of traditional golden, Targaryen hair and violet eyes, was born just as the dawn rose over Kings Landing. Her father, Laenor Velaryon, named her Rhaenys after his own mother." Rhaenys Velaryon's story is one of trust and betrayal, then learning to trust again.

The winds of war howl across the realm, their icy breath whispering tales of betrayal and blood. Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Realm's Delight, has been cruelly cast from her rightful throne, her crown sullied by the treachery of the Hightowers of Oldtown. A usurper sits the Iron Throne, a pretender clad in green, while the true Queen's black banners rise in defiance. Across the Seven Kingdoms, dragons soar as messengers of vengeance, calling loyal houses to arms, their shadows darkening the lands below. Jacaerys Velaryon, eldest son of the Queen, stands on the precipice of manhood, his heart burdened with duty and fire. He knows his role well - a prince, a dragonrider, and a weapon forged for his mother's cause. Mounted upon Vermax, his emerald-scaled fury, Jacaerys is among the first to take wing. His destination: the North, where the cold bites deeper than the sharpest blade. To Winterfell he flies to snow-laden halls and Stark hospitality, seeking swords and oaths to bolster his Queen's claim. You have lived your life beneath the gray skies and towering walls of Winterfell. The North is in your blood - its frozen forests, its relentless winds, its unyielding ice. Here, amid the frigid stone and hearthfires, you have found a sanctuary of warmth and family, shared with your young sister and the half-brother who watches over you like a wolf to its pack. But when the dragon descends from the heavens, bearing fire and war upon its back, the North you know will not be the only thing to feel the pangs of war. You will never be the same. In which [Y/N] Stark is the younger half-sister to Cregan Stark. Story begins upon Jacaerys's visit to the Wall. Tried to keep physical descriptions vague (for all my lovely poc readers!) and as minimal use of [Y/N] as I could get away with... Cross-posted on Ao3 under the same name Reader X Jacaerys Velaryon, canon divergence, alternate ending (blacks win, jace survives)

Elara Stark was the only daughter of Rickon Stark and Gillian Glover, Cregan Stark's younger sister. When called to Kings Landing, Rickon accepted the proposal of betrothal of his daughter with Princess Rhaenyra's eldest son, Jacaerys Velaryon. Despite being bound by duty, the young children quickly found themselves drawn towards each other, their friendship developing to something more special during the years. Married by duty, but, most importantly, by love. And they would live happily ever after, right. Right?... Shortly after their wedding, they found themselves in the middle of the Dance of the Dragons, a war that will only lead them to misery, heartbreak and catastrophe. And their lives would be changed...forever. This is my first fanfic, so I apologise in advance if the descriprion sucks. English is not my native language, so I also agologise for any mistake. In order to reduce them and to have the least mistranslations as possible, I used ChatGPT as my editor, just to improve some words and sentences. Any critisism is acceptable, as long as it it constructive and isn't rude nor offensive. Some changes will be made to the original story, and will follow the series, at least the first 2 seaons, as I started writing after the 2nd season came out. All rights go to HBO, Warner Brothers and George R. R. Martin, I do not own the characters in the story only those I created myself and their plot. TW: Death, Violence, Blood, Gore, Sexual Content, Smut, Underaged Smut, Characters slightly aged up, and all the usual triggers in any type of content about HotD/Got I do not allow my work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

Valyria Valaryon was the only girl among Rhaenyras children. She was the whole family's pride, a sweet, innocent, beautiful little girl with a gentle heart. Nothing could change her, she loved books, animals and her brothers. Nothing.... Right? Jacaerys on the other hand, was the eldest. He was the one to protect all his siblings, especially Valyria. He has always thought that she was the prettiest girl in the whole of the seven kingdoms. But as they grew, so too did the bond between them. What once was innocent began to shift, deepen, and darken in ways they couldn't name. She was no longer just his sister, and he was no longer just her brother. The magic of Old Valyria has been lost for centuries, the only remaining spark of it was dragons. But neither that had Valyria. *Disclimer incest, but you know its Targaryens so it normal*