"why would I choose one? I want them both, so I'll have them both. ask me again and I'll have one kill you. " "..." "you're dismissed." { in which the daughter of Rhaenyra bewitches the two Green princes and single-handedly makes History }

When you leave a child alone with a monster, a monster they become. ©️ jonnybernthai

"She didn't sob or wail. Her grief was horribly discreet but as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound." - Notes from an exhibition by Patrick Gale, page 36. This story tells the tale of Alysanne Velaryon, Disclaimer / contains mature themes Note / themes like girlhood, womensrights (thought with a heavy medieval outlook) a reluctance to marry and a distaste for duty, heartbreak, sins, Grief, horribly sad #1 ranking in Aegon ! Very proud! Also Season 2 incluuuuded

Daenys Targaryen, Born as a babe from the crimes of Daemon Targaryen to her mother, Lady Rhea. Raised quietly, as a princess in the capital by the young Queen Alicent Hightower. Whose eager hands nursed and raised the babe as her own. As any Targaryen, the gods flipped a coin, and with Daenys, it may yet be a mystery as to why, and who she is. That is, aside from the Courts grand plans of her. A Princess from the vale, set to inherit Runestone after she is wed, which means, a powerfull piece on the board, laid out to secure the seven Houses for either Green, or Black. Warning As you all well know I like to write my stories with a raw heart and this story is by far not meant for those who are faint of heart, I also apologize for my lack of editing chapters in my other books, I will do so with this one untill further notice. This books contains content that some readers may view as unsettling

Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, Lady of Runestone, was not born of love. Nor passion. Nor even a sense of duty. She was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge. But even a child born of such darkness can find her way to the light. With her mother dead, and father flown across the Narrow Sea with a new wife, the girl is taken in by her Aunt, the Queen Alicent Hightower, to be raised among the little family she has left. There, she finds her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. The two spend long nights in the palace library together, studying the histories of both Old Valyria and the First Men, seeking to understand who they are and where they fit in the world. But finding that place proves more difficult than in the fairy tales they read. The seeds of disaster were laid long before they were born, and as tensions in the family rise, it seems as though their places may begin to diverge. Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, Lady of Runestone, was not born of love. Nor passion. Nor even a sense of duty. She was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge. But even a child born of such darkness can find her way to the light. With her mother dead, and father flown across the Narrow Sea with a new wife, the girl is taken in by her Aunt, the Queen Alicent Hightower, to be raised among the little family she has left. There, she finds her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. The two spend long nights in the palace library together, studying the histories of both Old Valyria and the First Men, seeking to understand who they are and where they fit in the world. But finding that place proves more difficult than in the fairy tales they read. The seeds of disaster were laid long before they were born, and as tensions in the family rise, it seems as though their places may begin to diverge. Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

To some, she was just another princess who was kind, generous and had ethereal beauty. To the smallfolk, she was a dream and too good to share blood with the fuckers who rule Westeros and disgraced their lives. To Aegon, she was the love of his life. But the truth was Rhaenys Targaryen was the embodiment of the fire of Old Valyria. Gifted by the Old Gods of Valyria, Rhaenys possessed a unique bond with dragons. In fact, by the age of three and ten, she had already bonded with two dragons, a hacthling and others to come. Some whispered that she couldn't be burned, while others believed she couldn't bear children like any other woman. Some believe she was the embodiment of dragons herself. But neither Old or New Gods could predict or protect her from becoming one of the most significant players in the Dance of Dragons, the demise of dragons.

~Yes, desire is so different when God bore you hungry. I could have devoured anything and still have been starving~ "While dragon dreams affect only those with the blood of the dragon, the dreams that plague the disciples of the Church of Starry Wisdom are far more sinister, driving their dreamers almost mad in the process. Established by the Bloodstone Emperor, the first usurper and the last ruler of the mythic Great Empire of the Dawn, the church worships Nyarlathotep who is called "the Haunter of the Dark", and dreamers of the church are haunted by the faceless god that they claim dwelt in the antechamber to hell. Many scholars believed the Bloodstone Emperor to have been the first High Priest of the church, a practitioner of the dark arts, necromancy, and cannibalism. His descendants are said to be inheritors of his torment and treachery, bound to the very same deities he once enslaved himself to." In which Naerys Targaryen, born Zhong Zilan, disputed bastard of King Viserys I, traitor wife to Gwayne Hightower, foresees the impending downfall of the Targaryen dynasty, and despite her desperate attempts, she finds herself powerless to prevent the inexorable march of death and destruction that looms over her family. Haunted by grotesque visions, her plight underscores the tragic futility faced by those burdened with foreknowledge in a world where destiny cannot be altered. Gwayne Hightower x YiTish OC

"I bend the knee to you sister... I swear fealty to you; before your family, before your people, before the seven kingdoms." "Why?" Rhaenyra dreaded his words, dreaded the sight of him. Baptised in the red of her guard's blood. "Give her to me." Aemond breathed. "I want Laenora." In which Laenora Velaryon finds herself betrothed to her Uncle Aemond by a dead king's word, all the while Prince Aegon chases her tail. *** Aemond Targaryen x Fem OC (with hints of Aegon Targaryen) All rights reserved 2023-2024. I do not own any characters in this story with the exception of Laenora Velaryon. I do not own any storylines except for those of which revolving around Laenora. Permission needed for translations.

Aemma Velaryon was the spitting image of her mother; she had pale silver hair, fair skin, and dazzling blue eyes. She was a Targaryen in all sense but her last name which she bore from her father Laenor Velaryon. She was the younger twin of Lucerys, whom she followed around as if she were his shadow, they even trained together despite her mothers protests. Described as The Flower of The Realm due to her beauty and goodwill, she was seen as the perfect match for her uncle, Aegon. When tensions rise will the Greens stay true to their betrothal or push her towards someone else? Aegon Targaryen x OC x Aemond Targaryen