Eles odeiam a vida que foram obrigados a viver e acabam projetando esse ressentimento um no outro. Por anos, a indiferença mantiveram Ormund e Rhaella em um casamento frio, mas com a chegada da Dança dos Dragões, eles precisam unir forças para proteger sua casa, seus filhos e a si mesmos.

𝕼uando uma guerra está a se aproximar, Daena terá que vê tudo o que sua casa conquistou se esvair aos poucos. ꗃ ⎯⎯⎯ യ┊　 　𓏺 𓏼 started by: 11/07/2026 ꗃ ⎯⎯⎯ യ┊　 　𓏺 𓏼 finished by: ??/??/????

"𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" ormund hightower x oc x gwayne hightower

"𝙃𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 - 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙞𝙛 𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨, 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙙, 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧." Caeryn was never meant to survive the road to war. When Lord Ormund Hightower discovers the Valyrian blood hidden in her family, he takes everything from her: her father, her freedom, and the brother she swore to protect. Vireon is remade into a false prince and sent to die in Daeron Targaryen's place. Caeryn is kept behind as his leash. Within Ormund's war camp, beauty is not a blessing. It is an invitation. Men watch her, whisper about her, and wait for the moment their lord's protection fails. Yet Ormund never allows them near her. He feeds her. Clothes her. Punishes those who touch what belongs to him. And makes certain she understands that he is the only thing standing between her and the horrors outside his tent. Caeryn knows his tenderness is another form of cruelty. Every kindness is calculated, every mercy meant to bind her more tightly to him. She should dream of escape. She should pray for his death. Instead, she begins to listen for his footsteps in the dark. As armies burn the Reach and dragons blacken the skies, hatred twists into dependence, fear into longing, and captivity into something far more dangerous. Because Orm

Anyra Targaryen spent her early years feeling invisible, a shadow over her sister Rhaenyra. Her innocent infatuation with Gwayne Hightower ended in a painful heartbreak that cost her exile to the Vale, where she ceased to be a helpless child and learned the true meaning of survival. A year after overcoming that heartbreak, Anyra returns to court ready to reclaim her place, but fate had other plans.

She was a dragon trapped in a tower, considered the beauty of the tall tower.

Born from a queen's death and a king's cowardice, Princess Vaemma Targaryen grows beneath the red stones of the Keep like a pale and poisonous flower, all moonlit beauty, silver hair, and venom sharpened by years of consequence denied. She is not fragile, not petulant, not some trembling little princess breaking cups for sport; she is worse, a woman who has learned that rank can make cruelty charming, that beauty can turn malice into music, that no one dares strike the king's unwanted daughter no matter whose blood she draws. To Viserys, she is the living wound he cannot bear to look upon; to Rhaenyra, the sister born from their mother's butchered body; to Alicent, the first child who ever truly needed her, and therefore the one she loves, spoils, and finally sacrifices. When Vaemma is promised to Lord Ormund Hightower, proud lord of Oldtown and sworn enemy of dragon arrogance, she expects another man to bend beneath the weight of her name, her face, her dragon, her royal rot, but Ormund is no courtier trembling in perfume and candlelight. He is stone, steel, tower-shadow, and judgment. He looks upon the Pearl Dragon and sees not a goddess, but a beautiful, vicious thing that has never once been made to answer for itself. Their betrothal is no love song, but a knife drawn slowly across silk: Hightower piety against Targaryen excess, discipline against indulgence, consequence against a woman who has mistaken impunity for power. And as the realm blackens around them, Vaemma must learn the one lesson no one in her father's court ever dared teach her... dragons may burn men alive, but even dragons can be brought to heel.

As the second daughter of Highgarden, Elara Tyrell expected a quiet journey to the capital. Instead, she is detained on the road by a knight of the Greens who demands her allegiance to King Aegon. When she refuses to break her family's strict neutrality, she is taken to the war camp of Lord Ormund Hightower. Forced to stay under his guard, their initial hostility slowly changes the closer they get to each other. ''My house stands neutral, Ser. And a Tyrell does not swear oaths to a knight in the dust." ━━━ ↳ a house of the dragon story ↳ status ━ ongoing This is a fictional story, I do not own any characters of the house of the dragon only my own created characters