"The dragon will eventually wake. It would be a tragedy to see that darkness take root in the girl while under your roof." When the Hand of the King whispers, the realm shifts. Princess Haera Targaryen, firstborn daughter of Daemon Targaryen and his 'bronze bitch' Rhea Royce, is quietly removed from the Red Keep to be fostered in Oldtown. Alicent Hightower claims it is to keep her youngest son company. Forced into a sudden marriage with Lord Ormund Hightower to secure his "spares," Haera is expected to fade into the background as an obedient wife. But beneath the green banners of her new home, the Rogue Prince's daughter begins to weave a power of her own. All rights reserved to George R. R. Martin Lord Ormund Hightower x Original Character Ser Gwayne Hightower x Original Character

Before the war, before Aegon took the throne, before her bestfriend married her father, Rhealla Targaryen was simply girl in love with her bestfriends older brother. They were each other's first love-until war, pride, and family tore them apart. Fifteen years later, Gwayne Hightower returns to King's Landing to find the Targaryen princess he left behind, living as a glorified prisoner of the Greens. Forced together while the realm burns, they discover that hatred is far easier than forgiving the one person they never truly stopped loving.

Elaine Targaryen, the youngest daughter of Alicent and Viseris, is one of the most innocent women. What could possibly happen if Alicent orders her brother ser Gwayne Hightower to guard her?

"Why did you say yes when you loathe me"? "Loathe you!? No, I yearn for you!!" Elaena Targaryen was born in 96 AC and is the youngest and only daughter of Prince Baelon Targaryen and Princess Alyssa Targaryen. She is the sister of King Viserys Targaryen and Prince Daemon Targaryen. Being the youngest and almost the same age as Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Elaena was cherished by her brother, King Viserys, who treated her like a daughter after their mother, Alyssa, died shortly after giving birth to her. Ser Gwayne Hightower, son of the King's Hand and brother of Queen Alicent Hightower, is an honourable knight. Dedicated to his responsibilities, he spent his childhood in Oldtown before moving to King's Landing when his father was appointed Hand of the King. Due to political alliances and to spread their power in Oldtown, Otto and Viserys decided to betroth Elaena and Gwayne against their will.

She was a dragon trapped in a tower, considered the beauty of the tall tower.

Daenys Targaryen was sent to ward in Oldtown, before she could utter her mother's name, let alone know the cruel touch of love. Two years she spent alone, surrounded with nursemaids and septa's, until her brother-Daeron-followed. Those two were the soul light of the Hightower. Screaming and babbling to each other until they'd plopped against one another, tiresome. It seamed, the sun rose and fell in their favour, for the two royal babes woke just as the blazing sun cracked over the horizon, and fell asleep in the oddest of places. Daenys, two years her brothers senior, grew fond of chatting to the birds that settled on trees, more specifically the ones that came every morning to the sill of her window.

Aelora Targaryen was never meant to rule. Born the eldest daughter of Alicent Hightower and the twin sister of Aegon Targaryen, she was expected to smile, obey, and remain in the shadows while men fought for crowns. She chose a different path. Behind every gentle smile hides a woman whose ambition burns brighter than dragonfire. And standing at her side is Ormund Hightower, a man willing to give her everything-even a kingdom. Love is dangerous. Power is intoxicating. Together, they may reshape the fate of House Targaryen. Ormund Hightower x OC Best Overall Ranking #1 House of the Dragon 🥇

In a realm torn by duty and honor, Gwayne Hightower and Maelena Targaryen find themselves unwillingly united. Bound by obligations and the weight of responsibility, they have no room for desire or personal longing. And yet, as time passes and their hearts begin to understand one another, they yearn not for good grace or power, but only for each other. ──── ✥ ✥ ✥ ──── ( OC x Gwayne Hightower )

As the second daughter of Highgarden, Elara Tyrell expected a quiet journey to the capital. Instead, she is detained on the road by a knight of the Greens who demands her allegiance to King Aegon. When she refuses to break her family's strict neutrality, she is taken to the war camp of Lord Ormund Hightower. Forced to stay under his guard, their initial hostility slowly changes the closer they get to each other. ''My house stands neutral, Ser. And a Tyrell does not swear oaths to a knight in the dust." ━━━ ↳ a house of the dragon story ↳ status ━ ongoing This is a fictional story, I do not own any characters of the house of the dragon only my own created characters

Born from a queen's death and a king's cowardice, Princess Vaemma Targaryen grows beneath the red stones of the Keep like a pale and poisonous flower, all moonlit beauty, silver hair, and venom sharpened by years of consequence denied. She is not fragile, not petulant, not some trembling little princess breaking cups for sport; she is worse, a woman who has learned that rank can make cruelty charming, that beauty can turn malice into music, that no one dares strike the king's unwanted daughter no matter whose blood she draws. To Viserys, she is the living wound he cannot bear to look upon; to Rhaenyra, the sister born from their mother's butchered body; to Alicent, the first child who ever truly needed her, and therefore the one she loves, spoils, and finally sacrifices. When Vaemma is promised to Lord Ormund Hightower, proud lord of Oldtown and sworn enemy of dragon arrogance, she expects another man to bend beneath the weight of her name, her face, her dragon, her royal rot, but Ormund is no courtier trembling in perfume and candlelight. He is stone, steel, tower-shadow, and judgment. He looks upon the Pearl Dragon and sees not a goddess, but a beautiful, vicious thing that has never once been made to answer for itself. Their betrothal is no love song, but a knife drawn slowly across silk: Hightower piety against Targaryen excess, discipline against indulgence, consequence against a woman who has mistaken impunity for power. And as the realm blackens around them, Vaemma must learn the one lesson no one in her father's court ever dared teach her... dragons may burn men alive, but even dragons can be brought to heel.