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.

She died on the freeway, wearing dragon wings and Visenya's sword. A fan of House of the Dragon, a lover of history and heartbreak, she thought she knew the story. She never expected to wake up in it. Now Vaelyra Targaryen, second daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, she is born into a doomed dynasty-one she refuses to let burn. Armed with knowledge of the future, she becomes her sister Rhaenyra's truest ally, her father's guiding hand, her younger siblings' secret guardian, and the court's silent storm. The Dance of the Dragons will never happen. Not if she can help it.

Every morning Daelyra Targaryen wakes up and chooses violence. (Figuratively, at least.) It might be because she's Daemon Targaryen's daughter. It might be because her soul is from another world. It might be because her dragon blood runs hotter than most, and that means more than she knew it could. It might be because the dragon that chose her is the most vicious of them all. It might be because she's a woman on a mission. So many might-be's, but one thing is certain: she wasn't meant to exist and the sole fact that she does was enough to knock the world ever so slightly off its axis. Why not change it further? Or: Targaryens really aren't human and expecting them to conform to human standards rarely ends well. And sometimes an unhinged woman with an unhinged dragon is all the world needs to prevent a disaster long in the making. * A House of the Dragon Fanfiction. A story about family, growing up, magic, dragons, and maybe saving the world a little. * The chapters are typically 8-11 thousand words long so I split them for easier reading. * Cross-posted on: Tumblr - https://aboutdragons.tumblr.com/ AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/43121373/chapters/108369012 Scribblehub - https://www.scribblehub.com/series/699684/the-thing-about-dragons/ Do not repost.

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question; marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King's younger sister. ############### Visenya Targaryen II is the younger sister of the King but she is twice as wild as him. With a smart-quick mouth, extreme pride and a wild side that no man could ever manage to tame; she has sent away every single man that tried to ask for her hand. Yet, when the relationships between two great families are threatened by past mistakes and enemies in the shadows; it is up to her to ensure peace will remain across the realm and within the Red Keep. And all that will only happen by her marriage to the only Lion she knew that could match her, even though personal conflicts and family honours are in the middle of all.

She was named Visenya Targaryen, she lived as Joanna Snow, and she was reborn as Lucerys Velaryon. This is the life and rebirth of the Princess that was Promised and how she stopped thee tragedy that befall the dragons, giving the future the tools they needed to survive the Long Night. This is the life of Lucerys Velaryon, trueborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Leanor Velaryon. The Pearl of Driftmark.

Women are supposed to be soft-spoken proper and homemakers and Rhaella Lopez was everything but she was fierce, loud, blunt and deadly. Her family had never been able to accept her but the FBI loved her it was her home, the only place other than the marines that gave her comfort. When she dies and is given the chance to become her favourite TV character she takes it. In her second life, she will thrive and anyone who gets in her way will remember the words Fire and Blood.

𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 ❝ growing strong. ❞ ━━𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐚𝐟 // 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐱 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬!𝐨𝐜