A final daughter born of Alicent Hightower and Viserys I Targaryen was never meant to exist. Born in the image of Alyssa Targaryen herself, save for the fact she entered the world blind, Princess Aenora was seen as a punishment by her mother and a miracle by her father. Where Alicent saw regret, Viserys saw love. Where the realm saw weakness, Daemon saw the ghost of the mother he barely knew. Cast aside by her own blood and claimed by dragonfire, Aenora Targaryen becomes the heart of a war that will tear her family apart. For when dragons dance, the fate of the realm will not rest on kings or queens-but on the blind princess who should have never been born.

"I shall carve a kingdom from these reefs, but I would forfeit it all for a single hour in the shadow of your wings." In the gilded cage of the Red Keep, you are the King's youngest daughter a Princess of House Targaryen, expected to be a silent jewel in your father's court. While your sister Rhaenyra is the Realm's Delight, you have always been the enigma, a girl of silver hair and quiet grace who hides a furnace of ambition behind a polite smile. But the "Quiet Princess" has a secret that would set the Seven Kingdoms ablaze. While your father, King Viserys, seeks to maintain a fragile peace, and your sister remains blind to the rising shadows in the palace, your heart has already crossed the Narrow Sea. Separated by war and the bitter schemes of the Hand, your only lifeline to the Rogue Prince is a trail of salt-stained parchment and secret ink. Through clandestine letters smuggled past Otto Hightower's spies, you and Daemon Targaryen weave a bond of fire and blood. To the world, he is the exiled prince carving a legacy out of the Stepstones. To you, he is the only soul who truly sees the dragon beneath your skin. As the Velaryon tide rises and the pressure for a new Queen mounts, the letters become more than just words they become a promise. Daemon is a man who would burn the world to watch it glow in your eyes, and you are the daughter who would betray a crown to stay by his side. The King wants peace. The Hand wants power. But the Rogue Prince only wants his anchor.

The North is unforgiving. Its winters are merciless. Its people are forged by hardship. And its rulers are expected to carry the weight of an entire kingdom upon their shoulders. Born into the proud House Mormont, Lyanna Mormont has never sought glory. Quiet, observant, and far wiser than most realize, she has learned that the strongest people are often those who speak the least. Every lesson, every sacrifice, and every trial has prepared her for the challenges that await beyond the walls of Bear Island. But the North is changing. While the southern kingdoms edge ever closer to war, ancient loyalties begin to fracture, forcing the great houses to choose where they stand. As ravens bring news of bloodshed and betrayal from the south, the North can no longer remain untouched. Standing at the center of it all is Lord Cregan Stark-the young Wolf of Winterfell. Stern, relentless, and bound by duty above all else, he must protect his people from the growing storm while navigating alliances that could determine the fate of the realm. Together, Lyanna and Cregan must face the burdens of leadership, survive the trials of the North, and prepare for a war that threatens to consume all of Westeros. For while kingdoms fight for the Iron Throne in the south... The North remembers what truly matters.

Elaine Targaryen, the youngest daughter of Alicent and Viseris, is one of the most innocent women. What could possibly happen if Alicent orders her brother ser Gwayne Hightower to guard her?

What happens when the young Lord of the Riverlands meets the daughter of King (consort) Daemon Targaryen? ... This story is a very simple basic romance set after the events of the dance of dragons. If you're looking to read something calm after all the war heavy fanfictions then this might be your book. Also alot of characters and events are made up by me. Obviously. ♡ Story is rated mature so read at your own risk. Disclaimer: All rights belong to George RR Martin.

Born to rule. Forged in war. Destined to fall. She was the first daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the undisputed heir to the Iron Throne. A dragon's fire burned fiercely in her veins, and the realm whispered of the warrior queen she was always meant to become. She loved a prince who would one day betray her trust, and she was promised to a man of ice and honor-Lord Cregan Stark. But in the deadly game of thrones, love is an unforgivable weakness, and duty is a lifelong cage. When the Dance of the Dragons erupts into flame, Valenya does not hide behind her brothers; she flies beside them. Blade in hand, dragon in the sky, she intends to carve her name into history with fire and blood. She will burn for her family, for her mother's stolen birthright, and for the crown that was once promised to her name. But the ashes of war change everything. Faced with a choice between a blood-soaked throne in the south or the quiet winter of the north, Valenya must decide where her true allegiance lies. Can a dragon truly rule from the walls of Winterfell, or will she lay down her crown to save the last of her family? What is a crown worth, when all it brings is ruin? ─── ✧ ─── [ cregan stark x fem!oc ] [ status: ongoing ] [ a dance of the dragons fanfiction ]

King Jaehaerys I Targaryen summoned the Great Council to prevent a war over his succession. More than any lord in the realm, he understood one undeniable truth. The only force capable of destroying the House of the Dragon... was the House of the Dragon itself. Vaelyra is met with choices with no right answer Daeron Targaryen x Targaryen OC

Aratessa "Tessa" Tyrell has spent her entire life preparing for a future chosen for her, advising her young brother as he grows into Lord of Highgarden and learning the art of becoming the perfect noblewoman her mother expects her to be. But when civil war descends upon Westeros, she meets Prince Daeron Targaryen: a gentle soul hidden beneath the weight of a crown, a sword, and a dragon's wings. When Daeron is lost on the battlefield, Tessa makes an impossible attempt to save him. . . and accidentally tears open the boundaries of time itself. Separated across the world nearly two centuries in the future, Daeron and Tessa must navigate a Westeros neither of them recognizes, uncover forgotten histories, and find their way back to each other. Because some dragons are lost to history. And some stories refuse to end.

Visenya Velaryon, whispered to be the bastard daughter of Harwin Strong and the unwanted heir to the Iron Throne ,was born beneath omens of blood and fire. She rides the Cannibal, the most savage dragon in the world, and many believe it suits her far too well. Cold-eyed, sharp-tongued, and dangerous with a sword, Visenya was never raised to be a lady. She was raised to survive. Courtly smiles are weapons. Loyalty is rare. Love is weakness. Her nature mirrors that of her stepfather, Prince Daemon Targaryen: restless, violent, and impossible to control. So when she is forced to wed her childhood enemy, Prince Aemond Targaryen, the realm expects peace. Instead, it receives a storm. Their marriage is not gentle. It is a battlefield fought in whispers, glares, and unsheathed truths. They know each other too well, every weakness, every scar, every buried cruelty. Hatred becomes obsession. Obsession becomes need. And need is far more dangerous than love.

- ꜱʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ʟᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡɪʟᴅʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴛʜᴇɴꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ. ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ꜰʟᴇᴡ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏʀᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ, ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ꜱᴏɴ? [Cregan Stark x oc] - House of the Dragon season two ~>