Rhaenys Targaryen lives. Taken North by Ned Stark and guarded by a disgraced knight who chose honor over crown and his father, the last Targaryen princess is raised beneath snow heavy skies, loved as one of Winterfell's own. Hidden from the realm, she becomes the North's quiet secret-its Northern Sun. When Robert Baratheon dies and war tears the Seven Kingdoms apart, her survival changes everything. As Robb Stark rises as King in the North, friendship turns to love and a forgotten claim threatens to reshape the fate of the realm.

Anastasia Black has never belonged. The daughter of Sirius Black, she grew up under the shadow of his name, branded an outcast long before she ever set foot in Hogwarts. A Ravenclaw with a sharp mind and a streak of rebellion, she survived the war against Voldemort - but survival came at a cost. Her father, her godfather, the boy she loved... all gone. And in the silence that followed victory, she was left with nothing but grief and a dragon. When the skies tore open and a storm of magic hurled her into another world, Anastasia thought fate had finally broken her. Instead, she landed in a realm of kings and wolves, fire and iron. She arrived in time to save a man condemned to die - Lord Eddard Stark - and with him, the daughters he loved. Now Westeros whispers of the stranger with silver eyes and a dragon at her side. Some call her sorceress. Some call her savior. Others whisper a name she does not remember: Rhaenys Targaryen. But Anastasia knows only this - she is a Black no matter what, and this game of thrones will not break her.

(Book I) Hidden from the court and the world, Seraphina Vaelryon grows up in Dorne, a hidden child of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Laenor Velaryon. Sent away under the lie of a rare "dragon scale deformity," she is raised in isolation-except by her father and the Dornish royal family, who love her as their own. A prodigy in battle, diplomacy, and leadership, Seraphina earns the fierce loyalty of Dorne's people, becoming their beloved little princess, truly adored where her mother's name "The Realms Delight" rings hollow in the hearts of many, noble and commoner alike. But when Laenor dies suddenly in King's Landing, a shadow of suspicion follows her: could her Mother's ambition have played a deadly role in her father's death? With only questions and a legacy to uphold, Seraphina returns to the capital years later, dragon and phoenix at her side, to defend her family's honor and assert the strength of House Velaryon. Caught in a web of ambition, deceit, and desire, she must navigate a treacherous court-and a dangerous love triangle. Prince Daemon Targaryen sees in her the reflection of everything he loves and hates about her mother, while Prince Aemond Targaryen's ambition burns as fiercely as her own. In a realm built on bloodlines and lies, Seraphina must choose not only her loyalty, but her heart-and forge her own destiny from the ashes of betrayal. ---

Sent back to the years before the Dance of the Dragons, Rhaenyra carries memories of betrayal, dragonfire, and the slow extinction of her family's greatest power. She knows who will rise against her. She knows how the war ends. But fate is not so easily undone and the gods are expecting a lot. To save her claim and the last dragons of House Targaryen, Rhaenyra must decide. Will she outmanoeuvre destiny... or end up making things worse.

There was something strange about the first princess, daughter of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Princess Elia of Dorne. What people didn't know what made her strange was not the curse of her father's incestual bloodline, but because inside the princess was the soul of a successful female architect from the modern times, who was reborn as Princess Rhaenys Targaryen. She now must navigate through the looming threats and challenges of her new life, escaping a rebellion, saving the common people, running away from enemies, and accidentally proposing marriage to the strongest Dothraki horselord in Essos, Khal Drogo.

After the Great Council, King Jaehaerys decided to gather his family to confess. His confession would forever change the dynamics of House Targaryen. They said the only thing that could bring down the House of the Dragon was itself. Years later, when Otto Hightower finally believes he has the upper hand, the marriage of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen changes the game.

─── 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 ||

"Is this some kind of joke?" I whispered in shock, my voice trembling as I stared at the reflection in the ornate mirror before me. Well, her mirror. The polished silver showed a face I knew all too well-just not my own. Pale skin, a cascade of silver-gold hair, and violet eyes that could only belong to one person. "Who the hell did I piss off to become her? The Black Queen?" My words were almost a growl as I gripped the edges of the vanity, the cold metal biting into my fingers. That's right. One moment, I was just me, heading home after another long day, and the next... a car came out of nowhere. I don't even remember the impact, not really. It was too fast. No flashes of light, no angelic choirs-just darkness. And then I was here. The next thing I knew, a maid was shaking me awake, her voice trembling with reverence as she called me Princess Rhaenyra. Yeah. That Rhaenyra. The Black Queen herself. The one and only Maegor with tits.

Yes, I know, another story. This one showed up in my head about a week ago and it will not go away until I wrote it down. I couldn't even write my other stories because this one would not go away. Rhaenyra and Daemon slept together during their trip to the pleasure house and Rhaenyra gets pregnant. Viserys gives Rhaenyra an ultimatum and she makes the wrong choice. Daemon takes Visenya to Essos, where he raises her alone. Visenya Targaryen grows up away from Westeros. Daemon gets a letter from Rhaenys asking for his help and he and Visenya return to Westeros where she meets her uncle Aemond. Like mother, like daughter, but unlike Rhaenyra Visenya has no intention of giving up the man she loves for anything. This story will not follow the TV show or the book timeline. This is a love story where the dance of the dragons does not happen. In this story, Alicent married Viserys when Rhaenyra was 8 years old and Aemond is born when Rhaenyra is 12.

If Daemon Targaryen was born a girl and was betrothed to her brother Viserys. * House Targaryen, in recent years, had been plagued with unruly daughters. "I do not know whether to laugh or weep," Princess Rhaenys tossed her hair. "That it is you, Daena Targaryen, who will one day hold the title that I never will," "I had no idea," Daena made her eyes wide and innocent, though her tone was anything but. "That you wanted to lay with my brother so badly, Rhaenys. Is Lord Corlys no longer satisfying you?" * "I'm sorry, Daena," Prince Baelon said. "But you will marry Viserys before the year is out," And so what if, once her father was gone, she immediately ran off to the Dragonpit and mounted Caraxes, screaming at the top of her lungs into the clouds over Blackwater Bay? Her voice was lost in the wind, but the Blood Wyrm let out a great roar, sensing her turmoil, which echoed far and wide. Flocks of seabirds scattered, and fishing boats below cried out in alarm. With a dragon, the world knew her. On a deserted beach somewhere down the coast, Daena curled up against Caraxes' great red shoulder, leaning her face against his warm scales. The beast, who was feared even by the Dragonkeepers for his temper, lowered his snout, nudging her gently, no hint of those fearsome teeth showing. "If it's truly so awful, we can run away together," She told him, and herself too, stroking his red scales. "I know you hate the Dragonpit, anyway. I wish they wouldn't chain you up. Who cares if you eat the odd servant?" He made a rumbling noise, and she smiled. "At least I will have you," Daena said. "I will always have you," * The long awaited (and highly requested) fourth part of my Westeros genderbend series.