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||A Marriage of Fire and Stone|| Gwayne Hightower  by ayavq1
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Maelyra Targaryen, a young princess of the House Targaryen and the younger sister of Rhaenyra, was raised beneath the weight of royal blood and the memory of her mother, Aemma Arryn. Reserved, intelligent, and curious, Maelyra possesses a more thoughtful nature than her sister, yet beneath her calm exterior lies a fierce pride and a will that is difficult to bend. A dragonider bonded to Vaeloryx, the ancient dragon with pale blue and white scales, she is a young woman who has never wished to become a pawn in the games of court. Gwayne Hightower, a young knight of the powerful House Hightower and Alicent's brother, is a charming, proud, and ambitious man, raised according to the values of his house. Skilled with the sword, confident and deeply devoted to his family's honor, Gwayne carries the proud nature of the Hightowers, but also possesses a more human and loyal side that emerges with those who manage to earn his trust. To unite two of the most powerful houses in the Seven Kingdoms, Maelyra and Gwayne are betrothed to one another. At first, their union is nothing more than a political arrangement: fire and stone, two families, two worlds, and two young people who never chose each other. But time changes people. And when the Dance of the Dragons turns Westeros into a battlefield, Maelyra will be forced to face the most painful choice of her life: to follow her duty to her family and her queen, or to protect the man who has become her husband and who, against all expectations, she has learned to love. Because during war, loving your enemy may be the greatest betrayal of all. A HOTD fanfiction female oc x Gwayne Hightower
πƒπ”π“π˜ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 πƒπ„π’πˆπ‘π„  ᡃ ᡍʷᡃʸⁿᡉ ʰⁱᡍʰᡗᡒʷᡉʳ Λ’α΅—α΅’Κ³ΚΈ by voidstxr
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πƒπ”π“π˜ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 πƒπ„π’πˆπ‘π„ - ᡃ ᡍʷᡃʸⁿᡉ ʰⁱᡍʰᡗᡒʷᡉʳ Λ’α΅—α΅’Κ³ΚΈ β›π–Šπ–›π–Šπ–—π–ž π–™π–Žπ–’π–Š 𝖆 π–™π–†π–—π–Œπ–†π–—π–žπ–Šπ–“ π–Žπ–˜ 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓, π–™π–π–Š π–Œπ–”π–‰π–˜ π–‹π–‘π–Žπ–• 𝖆 π–ˆπ–”π–Žπ–“βœ A kingdom on the brink of civil war. As House Targaryen begins to fracture, Lysenya must navigate duty, dragons, and dangerous court politics-while an unexpected bond with Ser Gwayne Hightower threatens to change the course of her heart. In a world where love and loyalty rarely survive together, every choice comes at a price. π†π–π€π˜ππ„ π‡πˆπ†π‡π“πŽπ–π„π‘ π‡πŽπ”π’π„ πŽπ… 𝐓𝐇𝐄 πƒπ‘π€π†πŽπ Β© π™‘π™Šπ™„π˜Ώπ™Žπ™π™“π™ π˜Ύπ™Šπ™‘π™€π™ π™ˆπ˜Όπ˜Ώπ™€ π˜½π™” π™‘π™Šπ™„π˜Ώπ™Žπ™π™“π™
Before the Bells [Gwayne Hightower] by FanficsArentGoodForU
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Before the war, before Aegon took the throne, before her bestfriend married her father, Rhealla Targaryen was simply girl in love with her bestfriends older brother. They were each other's first love-until war, pride, and family tore them apart. Fifteen years later, Gwayne Hightower returns to King's Landing to find the Targaryen princess he left behind, living as a glorified prisoner of the Greens. Forced together while the realm burns, they discover that hatred is far easier than forgiving the one person they never truly stopped loving.
The Dragon's Cage  by seaweedeater99
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Daenys Targaryen was sent to ward in Oldtown, before she could utter her mother's name, let alone know the cruel touch of love. Two years she spent alone, surrounded with nursemaids and septa's, until her brother-Daeron-followed. Those two were the soul light of the Hightower. Screaming and babbling to each other until they'd plopped against one another, tiresome. It seamed, the sun rose and fell in their favour, for the two royal babes woke just as the blazing sun cracked over the horizon, and fell asleep in the oddest of places. Daenys, two years her brothers senior, grew fond of chatting to the birds that settled on trees, more specifically the ones that came every morning to the sill of her window.