Alicenthightower Stories

What happens when a bookish Targaryen Princess ends up in the north? This story is a based during the events of the house of the dragon series and the timeline will match the tv show not the book though some characters are added and aged up. ♡ Story is rated mature so read at your own risk. Disclaimer: All rights belong to George RR Martin.

It didn't come as a surprise that Aerion Targaryen, the King's eldest child, a son, an heir, hated the Hightowers, especially Otto Hightower and in result Alicent Hightower. Even if she was the friend of his beloved sister. Her hair, her face, her eyes, her lips, her hands, her waist. He hated her. And yet he never did. Season 1 - ?? Mature themes

FALSE GOD ✧*:ﾟ༄ﾟ ❝ religions in your lips even if its a false god ❞ ✧*: ⁀➷ House of the Dragon Jacaerys Velaryon x oc Seasons 1- 3 ✧*: ⁀➷ IN WHICH ─ in the hopes of making connections with essos a betrothal is made. ✧*: ⁀➷ WARNING ─ smut, blood, death, mentions of incest, regular house of the dragon things. © 2024 ─ 1-800-𝘉𝘐𝘉𝘟𝘛𝘊𝘏

𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧, 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

Maegor Targaryen is the son of Daemon Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, born after his parents where only wed for a year Daemon was happy to have his wife be with child, he didn't wish to wed her. She was beautiful, yes. She came from a Great House and had a place of power if her father was to die without a son his titels would one day pass down upon his son. Daemon could not love his wife, who in turn was as cold as ice to the prince...... the only thing that could have maybe have been able to bind them truly together one day was their child, and so in the year 95 A.C they welcomed a child into the world, Daemon was more than happy when he heard Lyanna gave birth to a son but when he walked into the room all she was met with was blames, words of anger and the words of her husband who said she was nothing more than a whore who gave birth to a bastard. He would not claim the boy as his, he looked nothing like him..... the features he and his family shared? The features he held so high where not in their son, and so it was no son of his.

Velaena Targaryen, the ruthless daughter of King Viserys and Queen Alicent. Or is she... Aegon Targaryen is usually alone in a world full of expectations to become the King of the Seven Kingdoms. He never feels that way when Velaena is around, his best friend, his soulmate. This is not proofread as I am still drafting, I do not own any of the House of the Dragon characters besides Velaena Targaryen and her backstory <3

SHED YOUR KNUCKLE VELVET, TORN ON MY TEETH A princess born into whispers, raised beneath expectations, and surrounded by dragons she never wished to claim. While her family fought for a throne, Lianna was left to survive the fire they started. Everyone remembers the princes who fought the Dance of the Dragons. No one remembers the princess who lived through it. Jacaerys velaryon x fem oc HOTD 1-3 (TBD)

"You are so much like Mother, Aemond...thinking you will be spared from the punishment your words ask for.." she turned, facing the fire in her fireplace. Aemond huffed, "And you are like Father...weak, docile, so don't go around acting like you are so superior to me.." and the flooding of pure anger couldn't stop her from saying her next words, in a hushed tone, "At least Father sees me, praises me, that I do what you could not.." ✧✧✧ Princess Viserra had always been sickly, ever since she almost fell to her death on the steps of her home. Forever shackled to the whims of her family, she could do nothing else but wish for a better future. But when it comes to dragons and their love of dancing, she could do nothing else but begin to play her own game. ✧✧✧ ✧ Season One ✧ Completed ✧ Season Two ✧ Completed ✧ Season Three ✧ Writing

YOU'LL GO FIGHT A WAR, I'LL GO MISSING Born of a princess, raised by the sea, and carrying a dragon's blood she hated. As war tears Westeros apart, she finds herself caught between the family she was longing to love and the boy she grew up loving. addam of hull/velaryon x fem oc HOTD season 2-3 (TBD)

Vendetta di Angelo is the daughter of Maria di Angelo as well as the older sister to Nico and Bianca di Angelo. She is protective over he siblings and will do anything to protect them. When she was visiting her father in hell she met Laena who had died from childbirth. She makes a deal with the girl telling her she can revive her if she takes her away from Camp Half-blood. Laena agrees eagerly and eventually they head back to Laena's home. When they got there everyone watched as the princess they thought had died, walked past them. "Mother, father." Laena said, and her parents both look up and stare at their daughter who they thought, to be dead. "L-Laena. . ." Rhaenys stuttered. "Hi, mother." Laena said with a smile. "H-how are you alive?" Corlys asks. "My friend, Vendetta." Laena said as Vendetta walked in and stood next to Laena. "How can you do that?" Rhaenys asks. "I'm a demigod which means my father is Hades god of the underworld and my mother is human. I'm able to resurrect the dead." Vendetta answered before she felt someone hug her tightly. "Thank you." Rhaenys said with tears in her eyes.

Prior to the Dance of the Dragons that caused division within the kingdom and led to war between black and green factions, there existed only a kingdom teetering on the brink of destruction. Ser Bronn the Tall is an unattached knight without lands, title, or lord to answer to. Bearing only a sword, honor, and the ability to survive, he roams throughout the Seven Kingdoms until he is led to the Red Keep by fate. In a court filled with dragons and driven by ambition, Bronn soon finds himself caught between two girls in whom a relationship doomed for tragedy begins. Rhaenyra Targaryen, headstrong and rebellious, finds her spirit and freedom in Bronn. Alicent Hightower, loyal and goodhearted, takes solace in a man untainted by the deceit of the courts. As love develops out of affection and competition overtakes friendship, Bronn must traverse a world in which every smile conceals deception, every oath comes at a price, and every decision weighs heavily on kingdoms. And when the choice between black and green becomes inevitable, Ser Bronn of the Longspear will find that living through a battle will be much easier than living through the heart of two queens. A slow burn fanfiction story of House of the Dragon with an OC set before the Dance of the Dragons.

"Rhaenyra did win the Dance, but Elaera was the genius behind the Iron Throne, the Blacks mastermind. She could have easily schemed her way to be queen, but she never did. No wonder the Rogue Prince loved her. And when she died, the realm has never seen someone like her again."- Queen Aerea I, the Architect. The court and realm loved cheered on the Realm's Delight, but others preferred her sister, the Silver Princess. Rights to the owners!

Five years after a wandering Darklyn lord first arrived in Oldtown, Makarios Darklyn has become an unlikely fixture in the Reach-and an even more unlikely companion to Lord Ormund Hightower. Then the Dance comes to the Reach. With war closing in, old loyalties are tested, armies are raised, and the dead begin to outnumber the living. Makarios inherits a lordship he never wanted and finds himself made to choose a side, while Ormund is increasingly consumed by the war, the Faith, and the convictions that have governed his life. Between battlefields and candlelit chambers, secrets become harder to keep. As the realm tears itself apart, Makarios and Ormund must navigate a dangerous line between duty and desire-because some sins are easier to commit than they are to survive.

Love is the death of duty, and duty the death of love. So the smart man makes love his duty and if he cannot, he is patient. Ser Lorent Tyrell has lived a life in service of his family. His if the honourable knight, the gallant heir, and the obedient son. One thing puts it at risk. One person. Alicent Hightower.

❝It is our fate, I think, to crave always what is given to another. If one possesses a thing, the other will take it away.❞ ---- Helaena Targaryen 『 Daenys Velaryon was born sharing a womb with Jacaerys, she was born to Princess Rhaenyra and 'Laenor Velaryon' though that's what she believed, that's what she and the rest of her siblings had been told. Until rumors spread like wildfire of her mother having a lover named ; Harwin Strong. It didn't help her mother's case being four of her children bared brown hair ... like the ser knight. This one of the reasons why the Queen Alicent jealousy grew for Rhaenyra and her children, causing house Targaryen to divide and leading to the war that loomed over them.』 Dance of the Dragons

In which Aemond Targaryen's daughter, Aelora Targaryen, has him wrapped around her little finger

The Lady, The Wizard and The Turnip Long ago, House Emrys was the noble heart of High Sorcery in Westeros-revered for their divine sun-fire magic until a shadowy witch slaughtered their lineage. Only the youngest daughter, Elowen, survived. Left cursed and ageless, she built a loving life on the open road as a rogue merchant, raising two orphaned boys: nine-year-old apprentice wizard Merlin and seven-year-old pastry thief Pip. When their wanderings bring them to King's Landing, the trio takes work in the Red Keep cellars to track the witch's dark trail. But stepping into the castle plunges them straight into the heart of House Targaryen-and fate has much bigger plans for the last Emrys than anyone expected. What will happen when the last survival of House emrys, that was believed as a storybook stumble into the tense and chaos house of the dragon??

"My mother is going to be the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and I her heir. I will make sure she sits the Iron Throne, even if it kills me." Viserra Targaryen

She died in the Battle of Hogwarts saving the two people she loved most. Death should have claimed her then. Instead, it opened another door. Reborn as Alicent Hightower years before the Dance of the Dragons, Asteria Black awakens in the Red Keep with memories that do not belong in this world - memories of war, prophecy, and the terrible cost of loving a hero destined to save everyone except himself. This time, she refuses to become another pawn. Not for her father. Not for the crown. Not for the realm. As King Viserys I Targaryen grows drawn to the strange new sharpness behind Alicent's eyes, and Prince Daemon Targaryen begins to notice the danger hidden beneath her quiet composure, Alicent realizes Westeros is no different from the world she left behind. Power devours the young. Men call slaughter destiny. And children are always the ones left bleeding for their ambitions. But death preserved more than her memories. Magic still lingers beneath her skin. Silver light answers her fear. And somewhere beyond this life, a boy she once loved may be searching for her too. The gods gave Alicent Hightower a second life. The realm may come to regret it. ━━━ "Death did not release her. It merely opened another door."

After living in poverty for most of her life, Rosalind McDaniels accomplished her dreams of success when she became a doctor, she then continued to live her life until it was tragically cut short. When she awoke, she discover that she was reborn in A Song of Ice and Fire, years before the Dance of Dragons and was know as the never-before-existing daughter of King Viserys I Taragaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower, Princess Lilyanna Targaryen. Or The story of how a modern woman must work her hardest to save the House of the Dragon from itself and all others that mean to do it harm. ⚠️G!P⚠️ *Disclaimer* I DO NOT OWN ANY THING ASSOCIATED WITH A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R. MARTIN