Almost two centuries after the dragons danced. Almost two centuries after Targaryen blood set the sky ablaze. Almost two centuries after Westeros learned the price of fire. There was a king. Not a king crowned in King's Landing. Not a king acclaimed as prince since his birth. Quite the opposite, he was born with the status of a Stark bastard cleaning the stables every day. But later, that same boy, against everything and everyone, becomes a sovereign forged amidst ice. In a distant future, beyond the Wall and beyond time, an empire rose where once there had only been snow and death. Under blue and white banners, Jon Arctic united the wild peoples, raised an army, sailed the world, tamed dragons, shattered kingdoms, and conquered all of Westeros. His name became law. His will, destiny. He did not merely rule men. He shaped them. He elevated them. He transformed the very course of humanity with something long forgotten by everyone in this world... Magic. He lived for 256 years as the founding king of Arctic. And he changed the entire world, traveled beyond the known world, and brought prosperity. Arctic became the center of the world. Humanity finally emerged from its stagnation of more than 8,000 years. His death marked the end of his era, but the world would never forget his name, he might have died in the flesh and his descendants taken the reins of Arctic and the world, but his name would never be forgotten. It would echo through the thousands of years that followed. However, when he imagined he would return to be with his family in the other world, he awoke in an unknown place... Centuries before the war known as the Dance of the Dragons, in the cold heart of the North, a boy is born among peasants beneath the silent gaze of the weirwoods. No crown. No army. No dragons. No name. Only a boy with strangely bright green eyes that seem to remember too much. The world knows him as Jon, just Jon. The man who changed the world once was lost in

The Gods aren't happy with how things are going with the House of the Dragon, so they send Rhaenyra a few dreams to make her realize the danger she is in. Rhaenyra realizes how horrible of a sister she has been and decides to change things. She will be smarter when playing the Game of Thrones and show her uncle that while she loves him she isn't someone to play with. This story will not follow the TV show or the book timeline, at least not all of it. I have no idea where this story is going. Please be aware that this is just fan fiction and not an actual book.

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.

She was his wife. He never saw her. - Reborn from another world, Aelyra-bearer of the Gem of Dawn-is bound by order of Viserys I Targaryen to marry Daemon Targaryen. A man of fire. A man who refuses her. "You are a Hightower. That is all I need to know." So she becomes someone else. Silent. Veiled. Forgotten. And in the shadows of King's Landing, he speaks freely- to a stranger he trusts... never knowing she is the wife he left behind. - But this is not just their story. After the Dance of the Dragons, when war has taken everything- the gods force them to watch. From Encantadia... to her life in Westeros... to every moment she stood beside them, unseen. - And Daemon finally understands. "She was there..." "Gods... she was always there." - She helped win a war that will never remember her. She died... without a name. And when he finally loves her- she is already gone. - "I would have chosen you... had I only known." - But she was never meant to be chosen. Only to change everything. ⸻ He rejected her in life. He loved her too late.

||Completed|| Aemon Targaryen awakens on a deserted beach, his memory shattered and his past a mystery. Rescued by Isobel, a widowed farmer, and her spirited young son Milo, he begins a new life far from crowns, dragons, and courtly intrigue. On the farm, he learns the rhythms of work, the warmth of family, and the unexpected power of love. Slowly, the quiet joys of simple life become his home. But the past refuses to stay buried. One night, the memories of his former life return all at once: a throne, a lost wife, a daughter who thought him dead, and the family who mourned him for over a decade. Torn between duty and desire, Aemon must decide where he truly belongs, among the intrigue and expectations of a royal court, or in the laughter, love, and chaos of the family he has built from scratch. A dragon's memory does not fade. Even when the mind forgets, the fire remembers. What is bound in blood and bond cannot be truly lost. Guided by that truth, Aemon fights to protect the life he has chosen, the family he loves, and the home he has made his own.

"This is the first time I've ever written, decided to translate this fanfic and finish it." Jon Snow, a boy destined for a life of contempt by almost everyone around him, but a divine intervention can change everything. The boy who will pave the way to build the most powerful nation in the world. I crafted this story with a focus on the creation of a kingdom, battles, economy, navigation, and exploration of the entire universe of Planetos, with a central character in mind. Am I wealthy? The Stormlands, Dorne, the Reach, and the Westerlands all want to establish trade agreements with me. And the East? I have trade agreements with Braavos, Pentos, Myr, Tyrosh, Lys, and Volantis. I can negotiate with everyone in Essos, except in the Slaver's Bay after I stole 100,000 chained men from them. So, do you have enemies in Essos? About that? I indeed have quite a few. I started by stealing slaves from them, then raised a khalasar and began a bloodbath in the Dothraki Sea for fun. I was even named a Khal in Vaes Dothrak. Not to mention, the last time I went to Essos, I toppled the Titan's statue in Braavos. They wanted to stop me from destroying the House of Black and White. That day wasn't very pleasant for the Braavosi. Wow, and the kingdoms below the Wall? The Wall? It no longer exists; I brought it down a while ago. I took the North as part of my kingdom and left the South of the Neck to the Southerners. They tried to reclaim the kingdom, but now the Southerners tremble when they feel my armies on their lands. I've personally killed one or two of their kings. Really? Yes, ask what's left of Oldtown. I would answer, it turned to ashes. Lannisport? I burned it. Casterly Rock? It's at the bottom of the sea. The Twins? I blew up the entire place. King's Landing? The city is standing, but the Red Keep is history.

They are the ones whose souls desire freedom. They are those who can both destroy the world and allow it to flourish. They are dragons. Dragons dancing in fire. But the flame is not deadly, but bountiful. The story of Dayraena of House Gelarion, rider of Egarax, loving sister, friend, wife and mother. The story of a woman willing to do anything for her family, a woman who was subject to the dark arts. Dayraena the Beautiful, Dayraena the Wise, Dayraena the Bold, many nicknames she managed to get during her life, but her most favorite title was Sorceress. A title given to her by the love of her life Daemon Targaryen. Daemon Targaryen x OFC My tik tok with edits: meum_romanorum

Have you ever wondered what would have happened if Daemon Targaryen would have allied with the Greens? How would the Dance of Dragons change? Who lives, who perishes? A dark and twisted love story, between Daemon Targaryen and Helaena Targaryen, where Daemon switches sides and becomes a green, but Daemon only does what is best for Daemon. Number 1 for #helaenatargaryen 🥇 Number 54 for #dark 🥇 Daemon Targaryen x Helaena Targaryen A Targaryen love story🖤💚 All credit goes to George R.R. Martin. This story is different from the original, although most characters are the ones from HOTD. The edit of the fanart is made by me.

||Complete|| In the world of House of the Dragon, where dragons breathe fire and the blood of the Targaryens runs deep with power and prophecy, Alyssa Targaryen finds herself in a unique and perilous position. The second daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and his first wife Aemma, Alyssa was born with a destiny unlike that of her siblings. For she is no ordinary princess. She knows the future. Or rather, she remembers it. A self-insert from the modern world, Alyssa finds herself inexplicably thrust into the world of Westeros, equipped with knowledge of the Dance of the Dragons, the deadly civil war that will tear her family apart. She knows the tragic end of Rhaenyra, the betrayal of her family, and the ultimate downfall of the Targaryen dynasty if things play out as they were meant to. However, she is determined to rewrite the story. She refuses to let history follow the course laid out for her, and she will do whatever it takes to ensure that her younger brother, Aegon II Targaryen, ascends to the throne instead of Rhaenyra. And that she will be his Queen.

What if Alicent had not been so pious, and did not heed her father's warnings about Daemon Targaryen? What if she did not keep a grip on her passions? What if the King's children were not trueborn but bastards? Daemon loved no one but himself. That was what he believed. But it was a lie. A green lie. Aegon, son of Alicent, was the truthful heir to the throne. And Daemon would see to it. A twisted love story🖤💚 All credit goes to George R.R. Martin. This story is different from the original, although most characters are the ones from HOTD. The edit of the fanart is made by me