❝𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒑𝒕, 𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕- 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒔' 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆: 𝒂 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆❞ 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐎𝐜 𝐱 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆! 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏-? , 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝘣𝘺 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘙.𝘙. 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

A Tangled-esque retelling incorporating a female OC x Cregan Stark. Oc is NOT a self-insert. At 2 , Aelora Velaryon was beloved by all. Including those outside of her own family. The heir to be, a beautiful Velaryon with long, flowing golden hair, she was the light of the court, Rhaenyra's little flower. She had to be, given that Rhaenyra nearly died while pregnant. It was that which made her a prime target for the plot for a rise in rank. A rash, silly thing. A dare more than anything. And yet, Aelora Velaryon finds herself stolen from her cradle on horseback going North with no one but a strange man to provide comfort. Aelora knows nothing of the life she is supposed to have lived. She knows only of her father keeping her safe in her tower and those lights. The lights she has begged to see every nameday since she could remember. Yet her father has kept her in that tower through fear of the unknown, forcing Aelora to see them only from afar. Until one day, that changes. When a lordling from a Northern house is chased into her tower by a group of wildings. Suddenly, that dream doesn't seem so far away. Perhaps Aelora will get everything she ever wanted after all.

Nothing. That is what Aerella has. She has no home. No family. No dragon. No riches. Nothing... but an insatiable thirst for revenge. ... Aegon has won the Iron Throne. But is the seat worth all that's been lost?

Lady Roseanne Hightower, eldest daughter of the Hand of the King and a devout child of the Faith, returns to King's Landing after years in Oldtown. When Queen Aemma dies in childbed, Roseanne becomes an unexpected comfort to the grieving King Viserys I. What begins as solace blossoms into love, and she takes her place beside him as queen. But the crown brings isolation. Princess Rhaenyra rejects her friendship, her father sees her children as pawns, and Roseanne finds herself fiercely protective of the family she has built. Everything shifts when her first love, Prince Daemon Targaryen, returns to court. Following ancient Valyrian custom, Viserys permits Roseanne to take Daemon as her second husband, placing unprecedented power in her hands. "The Mother gives the gift of life and protects the souls of every wife." This prayer has always guided Roseanne's heart. But as factions rise and House Targaryen splinters, she faces an impossible choice: forge peace and protect her children at any cost-or watch helplessly as the realm descends into the Dance of the Dragons. || Viserys I x OC x Daemon Targaryen || || House of the Dragon S1 & 2 || || #1 - daemon || || #1 - Aegon || || #1 - hightower ||

Naella Targaryen (OC) x Daemon Targaryen. Naella was not just some girl that was born, she was extraordinary. They say some women fear the fire and other women simply become it. Naella Targaryen basked in it's glow.

Era una llama que no podía apagar, un deseo que se arraigaba en mi pecho como espinas ardientes. Cada vez que sus ojos, plateados como la luna, se cruzaban con los míos, algo dentro de mí se rompía y se reconstruía en el mismo aliento. No era amor, no podía serlo, era algo más oscuro, más primitivo. Era la necesidad de poseerla, de tomar lo que ella escondía tras su coraza de acero. Su presencia era un veneno dulce, y yo, como un hombre perdido, bebía de su silencio, de su resistencia, soñando con el día en que la haría arder para mí, solo para mí.

La princesa Jaehaera Targaryen había sido interceptada por abanderados fieles a la reina Rhaenyra Targaryen cuando ella y su padre el rey Aegon II Targaryen se mantuvieron ocultos en Rocadragón. Los hombres que les servían bajaron sus armas rindiéndose ante el bando contrario y su padre fue entregado al desconocido por mano y obra de su primo, Jacaerys Velaryon. Jaehaera apenas tenía seis años cuando toda su familia murió en la guerra que sería recordada como la danza de dragones, quedando al cuidado de su primo quién fue declarado el legítimo rey de los siete reinos y coronado después de la ejecución de su padre.

Lys solo quería una vida tranquila junto al mar, lejos de la corte, de la guerra y de las coronas que siempre cobran un precio demasiado alto. Pero cuando la guerra termina y la reina Rhaenyra yace agonizante, el reino cambia de manos... y de destino. Jacaerys gobierna en su nombre, convocando a las casas que una vez traicionaron a la corona. Lys es obligada a asistir sin saber que su nombre ya circula en los pasillos del poder. En una corte donde nada se pide y todo se impone, Lys descubre que no ha sido llamada para jurar lealtad, sino para ser observada, evaluada... y ofrecida como reina. Mientras intenta huir de un destino que nunca deseó y de un rey del que solo ha escuchado rumores crueles, Lys deberá decidir si escapar es realmente posible, o si algunas coronas simplemente caen sobre tu cabeza cuando menos las esperas. Una historia de destino impuesto, romance lento, política peligrosa y una chica que jamás pidió ser reina.

¿Qué pasaría si te digo que existe otra casa de la antigua Valyria? Como la Velaryon y la Targaryen uniendo lo mejor de ambas casas en una, nueva, hermosa y tan llena de magia. El príncipe Jacaerys al cumplir la edad para desposar a una mujer su familia se pone en búsqueda de la mejor chicha para ser reina encontrándose con Alyssa Drakonar.