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Prince Maekar Targaryen, a stern and dutiful fourth son of King Daeron II Targaryen, has always believed his life belongs to war, family, and duty-not love. Lady Maelora Velaryon, gentle, pious, and quietly strong, is everything he is not, yet she is the only person who can soften the iron in his heart. As they grow from childhood companions into something far deeper, the weight of their names, expectations, and destiny begins to threaten the fragile bond they have built. In a world of fire, power, and sacrifice, will their quiet love survive-or will duty tear them apart? Maekar Targaryen x OC!Velaryon All characters belong to George R.R. Martin except for my own characters in this story

Option 2 : Game of Thrones: The Lustful Plunderer System Option 3: Execution Day: I Awakened the Slaughter System in Westeros ⚔️ Ruthless Protagonist: A pragmatist who kills without hesitation. No mercy for enemies. 🩸 Solo Leveling Vibe: Kill enemies -> Plunder Stats & Skills -> Become a God. 🐉 Dragon Rider: Master of "Winter," a unique three-headed dragon. 🔥 Harem: Unapologetic ambition Plot Omniscient: Using knowledge of the future to manipulate major events and destroy enemies like Littlefinger and the Lannisters.

Born in the shadow of bastardy and storm, Casaerys Velaryon, the twin to Lucerys and third son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, has little use for thrones or crowns. But power? That he understands. As the realm fractures and loyalties blur, Casaerys weaves himself through the blood-drenched web of politics, never quite friend, never truly foe. Armed with a sharp tongue and sharper instincts, he plays the game not to win, but to survive. And now and then, to set the board aflame. Entangled in a dangerous dance, Casaerys finds that some wars are not fought on battlefields but behind closed doors and in whispered promises. In a world where dragons are weapons and love is a liability, Casaerys must decide what price he's willing to pay to matter in a war that was never meant to be his.

Rhaegar Royce-Targaryen was never supposed to exist. Born in secret at Runestone in the Vale, the only son of Prince Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce, he was the product of a single drunken wedding night - a child his father never acknowledged, raised entirely by a mother who was too proud to ask for anything from the man who had abandoned her. Lady Rhea gave him her grey eyes, her bronze stubbornness, and her name before his father's. She gave him Runestone. She gave him everything. When she died, he inherited it all - the castle, the title, the Vale lordship - and ruled it capably at seventeen with her cousin Gerold Royce at his side. He did not think of King's Landing. He did not think of dragons or thrones or the silver-haired family that had never once thought of him. He was, in every way that mattered, a Royce. And then the King's invitation arrived. Highest Rankings: 1# - rhaenyratargaryen 1# - rhaenyra 1# - rhearoyce 1# - housetaragryen

Aemion Waters gets a duty from the king as Rhaenyra's sworn shield, and he accepts, I don't want to spoil it, but he has a plan to get somewhere in life, more than a guard at the brothel, where he was born and raised, I don't know really how to explain this, but I'll try to make this good, hopefully. Male oc x female oc I have the entire story in mind, but at the same time I'm adding and things change. I hope you enjoy.

The North has fallen, Robb Stark is dead but in Kingslanding Sansa Stark has been promised to a Martell. Not just any Martell, the Red Viper of Dorne who is ready to burn House Lannister to the ground. But who live and who dies, only time will tell.

A collection of "what-ifs?" involving the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. I claim no ownership of any the characters mentioned in these works. The world of A Song of Ice and Fire and its characters are owned by George RR Martin, all credit goes to him. I hope you can enjoy!

​Disclaimer and Author's Note: All characters, locations, and the world of A Song of Ice and Fire belong entirely to George R.R. Martin, and I want to express my deepest respect for him and his monumental work; this is a non-original fanfiction and is strictly non-canon. This story represents my own personal vision of what The Winds of Winter could be, but please keep in mind that since I read the last book many years ago, I may have overlooked certain small details or lore points. Additionally, as English is not my native language, I have used AI assistance to edit the text for better grammar, spelling, and structural flow to ensure the best possible experience for the reader

She comes like rain, soft and gentle, upon his cheeks. The taste of summer snow and enduring love, like a declaration of war upon fate. ⸻ ( daemon targaryen ) ( house of the dragon ) • 2022 ( rewrite in progress )

Lewyn "Lewy" Lannister, the bastard son of Jaime Lannister lives a fairly normal life along side his father, aunt, her children, and King Robert himself. He's soon to be fourteen, and after the Hand of the King, Jon Arryn dies, his father agrees that he can travel to Winterfell. Even though his cousin, and worst terror, Joffrey is also going, he doesn't plan to let his constant reminder that he's a bastard, and should be ever grateful to be graced with the name Lannister, but Joffreys very own father, get him down or ruin his fun. It's the very first time his father has ever let him leave Kings Landing. He plans to make the most of it. The North had always interested him, the tales of the Others. But what truly lay ahead, he'd never imagine.

What happens when an Indian girl ends up in game of thrones and becomes the female Jon Snow. If Westeros was expecting a meek, submissive girl.... well, they got a nightmare in the form of a fanfiction writing, expert martial artist, engineer reincarnated in the body of a teenage Stark bastard girl who will shake the world.

IN WHICH BAELOR TARGARYEN'S SECOND WIFE ATTENDS ASHFORD MEADOW TOURNEY. ( 29.04.26 ) ( baelor targaryen )

𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 - 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. ©𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘴 * cringe writing warning *

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐎𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬' 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

The tale of Visenya Velaryon and Cregan Stark. Visenya Velaryon, young Princess of Dragonstone, is determined to prove herself worthy of her blood and protect her kin as the realm teeters on the edge of chaos. Far in the North, the young Lord of Winterfell- solemn, steadfast, and born to lead- grows into his destiny. Their paths collide once more, and the embers of an old bond flare hot amid rising shadows. But the Greens have seized Rhaenyra's throne, and war sweeps towards them like a storm, sparing neither the brave nor the beloved. As the realm burns and loyalties are tested, Visenya must confront the question that haunts all who bear the name Targaryen: When the coin is cast, will she rise to greatness... or fall to madness?

'Rose pulled them close, forcing them to look at her. The life fading by the second as they met with their killer's chocolate brown eyes. "I want you to look at me. You've caused Westeros so much pain, I wish you could feel every heartbreak you have caused. I want you to remember, when you die and visit the gods, who killed you. I want you to remember for all of eternity that Rose Lannister is the one who put a sword through your chest. And when you see the gods, may they be old or new, I want you to tell them that I am coming for them next."' //Game Of Thrones// THE BASIC PLOT AND MOST CHARACTERS BELONG TO GAME OF THRONES AND G.R.R. MARTIN, NOT ME. GAME OF THRONES X OC Originally named "A Rose in Bloom"- changed January 13, 2019 ---Started February 4, 2018--- ~Highest Ranking~ -1st in gameofthrones -1st in fandom -2nd in stark -2nd in relatable -11th in romance

Bastard. Archer. Advisor. Alysanne Snow was many things, but she never expected the word Wife to be added to that list, let alone Queen. How in the seven hells did she get here? (slightly ooc!Joffrey Baratheon/he's a simp for his wife but everyone else means nothing to him)

Two women who were either born or married into House Targaryen. Will they survive the war that is brooming. Follow Aiana Dayne and Visenya Targaryen on their journeys.

After her mother's death, Elaena Hightower is drawn into a political marriage with the heir to the Iron Throne. Duty is demanded, and love uncertain. Or perhaps, inevitable?

(𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐) When Robert Baratheon dies three days after the Trident, the realm does not mourn long. It cannot afford to. There is still a kingdom to run, a throne to fill, and a Lannister bride already promised. Roald Baratheon never wanted to be king. He wanted his brother alive. He wanted the Dornish match that had been arranged for him, the life that had been planned. Instead he gets a crown that doesn't fit, a council full of agendas, and a wife who looks at him like she is already calculating the distance to the exit. Cersei Lannister never wanted this husband. She wanted Jaime. She wanted the story she had written for herself since childhood. Instead she gets a man who is not Robert - not cruel, not drunk, not wandering - a man who comes to her door every night without fail and stays until morning, who builds glass houses in winter and calls it governance, who looks at her like she is the only interesting thing in a room full of interesting things. She finds this infuriating. She finds this, slowly and against every intention, something else entirely. This is the story of a marriage that neither of them chose, built year by year from argument and jealousy and five children and the quiet, stubborn faithfulness of a man who decided at the altar what he wanted and never once looked elsewhere - no matter how many ladies of the court arranged themselves in his path. The court whispers that the king never strays. Cersei already knows. She has the evidence every morning.