This is inspired by @vermaxfire on Tiktok! Story idea is credited to her! One prince died. One queen defied death. One spell refused to let go. The Dance of the Dragons ended in fire and blood, but Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen refuses to surrender her firstborn son. When Prince Jacaerys Velaryon is returned to Dragonstone after his death at sea, grief drives her to a desperate act forbidden even by Valyrian sorcerers. Through ancient blood magic, she attempts to pull him back from the realm of the dead. The ritual fails. Or so everyone believes. Instead of resurrection, Jacaerys is trapped in an enchanted sleep beneath Dragonstone-a prince suspended between life and death, untouched by time as kingdoms rise, dynasties fall, and the world forgets his name. One hundred and seventy years later, the last Targaryen crosses the Narrow Sea. Drawn to Dragonstone by dreams she cannot explain, Daenerys Stormborn awakens the ancient magic buried within the island... and with it, the sleeping prince from a forgotten age. Jacaerys opens his eyes expecting to find his mother, his family, and a kingdom at war. Instead, he awakens to a broken dynasty, a house reduced to legend, and a young queen who carries the blood of the dragon-and the burden of restoring it. As past and present collide, secrets buried for nearly two centuries emerge from Dragonstone's depths. The magic that preserved Jacaerys was never truly finished, and the force that answered Rhaenyra's desperate plea has been waiting all this time to collect its price. To save the future, they must first confront the ghosts of the past. Because some dragons never truly die-they only wait to awaken.

The Dance of the Dragons claimed countless lives, but none more devastating than that of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon-the beloved heir to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. Unwilling to accept her son's death, Rhaenyra turns to an enigmatic Red Priestess who offers her a miracle at a terrible price. Jacaerys is not truly returned to life. Instead, he is placed into an enchanted sleep beneath Dragonstone, where ancient fire magic preserves him exactly as he was on the day he "died": sixteen years old, forever suspended between life and death. One hundred and seventy years later, the Last Dragon comes home. When Daenerys Targaryen returns to Dragonstone with her three dragons, long-forgotten magic begins to stir within the mountain. Hidden beneath the castle lies a secret lost to history; a sleeping prince, a broken prophecy, and a promise made by a grieving mother that has endured through the fall of kingdoms. Some legends are never meant to die. Some princes are only waiting to be awakened. **This story is completely inspired by the incredible edit made by @vermaxfire on Tiktok! Full credit of the idea goes to them, I just wanted to bring the story to life!!** ENJOY! :)

**Gods to Men** They say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin. Rhaella Targaryen caught it. Born as the first child of Princess Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon, Rhaella grows up believing one truth above all others: dragonlords were never meant to live like ordinary men. While her family tears itself apart over crowns, succession, and pride, she studies the histories of Old Valyria, sits in the Small Council before she is old enough to wear a sword, and bonds with Vhalaris the Quiet-an ancient dragon forgotten by history itself. As the Dance of the Dragons begins, every loss reshapes her. A father. Brothers. Grandparents. Dragons. Kingdoms. Piece by piece, the realm convinces Rhaella that the greatest weakness of House Targaryen was never its enemies-it was that its own blood forgot what it was. The Greens call Rhaenyra a pretender. The Blacks call her their queen. Rhaella calls them all fools. For while kings and queens wage war over a throne forged from swords, she sees something far more precious dying: the last legacy of Old Valyria. This is not the story of a heroine. It is the story of a princess who watches gods become men-and decides she never will.

Rhaenyra's last moments on earth had been pain filled, emotionally and physically when her brother turned his dragon on her She had died a dragon riders death, something she was morbidity happy about Now, she found herself years back in time, in the body of her younger self with all the memories Of what was to come She is about to take the game of thrones by storm, she will be queen again and this time no man is going to turn her blood against her

༻| 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈 |༺ ❝𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲.❞- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦-𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯. When fate intervenes and entwines the bastard spare daughter of Rhaenys Targaryen with the Rogue Prince. 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐯𝐲𝐬 (𝐎𝐂) | 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏| ── •✧• ── ⋆⋅༻✦༺⋅⋆ ── •✧• ── 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 [𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ~ ] ©ixfixite_ | 2024

Rhaenyra Targaryen never expected a walk through the Dragonpit with her newborn son to change the course of history. When she finds her ten-year-old half-brother, Aemond, standing moments from death before Syrax's flames, a single act of compassion begins to heal a family long divided. As old wounds mend, forgotten bonds are rediscovered, unlikely friendships are forged, and loyalties are tested, the fate of House Targaryen slowly begins to change-one act of kindness at a time. Warning: Incest, Smut.

-so this isn't the usual Visenya from other fanfics, this is actually, almost, the cannon one, with all her fractures, with dragonscales on her body. - __ im not english, neither i had ever rode a story before, so during this i will make many changes. -

After the death of a beloved queen, the Iron Throne demands a new alliance. What it receives instead is a woman who refuses to be shaped by it. Bound to a grieving king by duty rather than desire, a Hightower woman enters the Red Keep with no hunger for crowns, no patience for games, and no intention of becoming anyone's weapon. As the realm watches for ambition, she chooses restraint. As factions sharpen their knives, she steps quietly out of their reach. In a court built on fire and fear, love grows slowly-almost by accident-and a family is shaped by gentler hands than history remembers. But in a world where every silence is political and every choice echoes forward, even refusing to play may change the fate of dragons. Some queens are remembered for the wars they begin. Others-for the ones that never come. This is an AI generated story

Daemon crawled up Alicent's body, fixing himself between her legs as he nipped along her neck. His hand cupped her breast, pinching her nipple. "I'm going to fill you up," He sunk his long fat cock inside her core, giving her no time to adjust, his hand finding its way to your neck, squeezing slightly. Each thrust hit that exact spot inside Queen Alicent in such a delectable way, making her mouth open in a silent cry. "Seven Gods... Daemon.. fuck!" "Look at you, all cockdrunk on my cock," his thrusts increased in pace, moving her knees to her shoulders. as he hit so deep inside of Alicent, stretching her cunt so good. "Daemon! Ah! Ah!" "Who owns this pussy, Viserys or me?" Daemon asked in-between thrusts. "Y-you!" Alicent moans. Daemon's face scrunched in pleasure, his hair fanning around his face "Fuck! you feel so good wrapped around me, your cunt taking me so well....Hightower." his words already building another orgasm. "Oh...Fuck me Daemon!" Alicent moans as his thrusts becoming sloppy, he fucked her through both of her highs, bottoming out. She could feel him twitch with each spurt soiling her womb with his dragon's seed. ASHES OF THE CROWN, tells the tale in the heart of the Red Keep, hate ignites desire. Alicent Hightower, daughter of the Hand, is drawn to the the rogue prince, Daemon Targaryen. When piety dances with rebellion, the flames of lust consume duty. She was the Queen cloaked in green. He was the rogue Prince wrapped in shadow. And when their bodies met in secrecy, the realm itself trembled beneath the weight of their betrayal. Daemon and Alicent's affair begins in the shadows, a dance of contempt and longing, birthing bastards claimed by another. While the realm watches Rhaenyra rise as heir, Daemon and Alicent burn in silence, vowing to end their forbidden love. But when desire turns to devotion, and secrets unravel, their passion sets the realm ablaze, and the crown turns to ash. All rights reserved Lewa Kulture 2025