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Love is the death of Duty, Duty is the death of Love, Yet in the end, all she can see is a single grave awaiting her. or in which Valaenyra Targaryen realizes why would she sacrifices her life for duty when she can live happily igniting revenge with the man she loves. hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and Westeros will not escape her wrath. [daemon targeryen x oc] [house of the dragon] [started 9/9/2022 ]

(Desclaimer I don't own GOT or HOD GRRM does) Visenya Velaryon tureborn daughter to Rhenyra Targaryen and Leanor Velaryon along with her twin sister Rhaenys who looks almost identical to there aunt Leana expect her purple eyes. Visenya looks the same but with straight white blonde hair. Visenya does not agree with her mother decisions. Especially when it's about her family. Visenya and Rhaenys spend there time with there aunt Helena and uncles or studding. They take after there namesakes the wife's of Aegon I.

Lady Bethany Florent and Lord Arthur Florent , born in 119 AC, were the youngest children of Lord Florent of Brightwater Keep, who was himself a cousin of Queen Alicent Hightower, It was because of this that his two youngest children were sent to foster at King's Landing.

Before the Dance of the Dragons, before the kingdom was torn apart by fire and blood, there was Lyra Targaryen. Daughter of Aeron Targaryen, Viserys and Daemon's forgotten brother, Lyra grew up in the Red Keep after her father's dreams had destroyed what remained of his family. Raised by Rhaenyra herself, she finds her place among princes and dragons, between the crown princess's chambers and the depths of the Dragonpit. The dragons recognize her. The men, far less so. As tensions rise between the Greens and the Blacks, Lyra refuses the chains imposed on women, dragons, and those who dream of freedom. But even a daughter beloved by dragons cannot stop fate. Betrothed to Aemond Targaryen since childhood, bound to Jacaerys Velaryon by an ancient affection, Lyra finds herself at the heart of a war that threatens to consume everything she loves. Dreams see the future. Fire, however, forgives nothing. English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. ✦ AUTHOR'S NOTE ✦ This fanfiction takes place in the *House of the Dragon* universe and features the characters, locations, and events created by George R. R. Martin. The story follows an alternate timeline (AU - Alternate Universe) with the addition of an original character, Lyra Targaryen, as well as several changes to canon events. I do not own the *House of the Dragon* universe or its canon characters. This work is created solely for creative purposes and is not for profit. Enjoy! ♡

Adryana Targaryen was the youngest daughter of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent. If one is to believe the tales, it is said that she was more cruel than her older twin brother and husband, Aemond. Some even mentioned that the princess had bewitched Aemond with the way he lusted over her and worshipped the ground she walked on. Believe what you will, but this story contains the true telling of Aemond Targaryen's wife, Adryana the Blood Queen.

Deria Martell, Maekar and Baelor's cousin, was a striking figure of her age. Her beauty drew many admirers, and more than one noble lord sought the hand of King Daeron's II niece. Yet he loved his foster daughter dearly and never sought to impose his will upon her. The girl's heart, as was oft whispered at court, belonged to but one of the four brothers-the coldest, harshest, and most withdrawn among them. The story of her relationship with Prince Maekar was a tangled and thorny one, and in time gave rise to countless tales, half-truths, and legends.

They say the dragon has three heads. The red dragon on black-the banner of House Targaryen-has always borne three heads. And the tales we know? They tell us of two. There's Daenerys Targaryen, the exiled princess who rose from the ashes of her husband with three dragons and a spine of Valyrian steel. She conquered cities, broke chains, and ruled hearts-only to be destroyed in the arms of love. And then there's Jon Snow-or rather, Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark. The by-product of rebellion. The hidden heir. The reluctant king. The man who killed his own queen. A Stark raised in silence. A Targaryen bathed in tragedy. They say the gods flip a coin for every Targaryen born. One side, greatness. The other, madness. And this generation? They say the coin only ever landed on madness. But what if there was a third head? No, not Viserys. His ghost doesn't belong in the future. I speak of another. Born in the heat of war, wrapped in the blood of dragon and sand, was Princess Visenya Nymeros Targaryen Martell-the youngest child of Elia Martell and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. Born mere hours-maybe minutes-before the sack of King's Landing. Too late to be saved with her siblings. Too early to die with her mother. She was sent away in silence, swaddled in urgency, and raised not in exile-but under flame-wrought protection. With her mother's sun-kissed fire and her father's dragon blood, she grew into a force the realm had forgotten to fear. But fear her they would. She would become Visenya the Conqueror, second of her name, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, born of Rhoynar and Valyria. And she would do what Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters once began- But she would finish it. She would raise a Triarchy. She would forge an Empire. So if you dare to follow the story of the dragon the world almost forgot- Turn the page. The flames are waiting.

Lady Dyanna Dayne, the wife of Maekar, seems to be forgotten in the pages of history, yet her story is held by her husband. She was more than just his wife and the mother of his children; she was the queen who would never be, his lady with the violet eyes.

𝐍𝐚𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 - 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐴𝑙𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑊𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠. - 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑.

House Liu, a reclusive and little-regarded noble house, ruled the smallest and easternmost of the Three Sisters-an island nestled in the cold waters of the Bite near the Vale of Arryn. Settled during the reign of King Jaehaerys I, the Lius were known not for war or dragons, but for dance, music, and a culture shaped as much by Yi Tish tradition as by Westerosi custom. At its head stood Lord Zixaun Liu, a man as unconventional as his house. Unwed by choice and unapologetic in his preference for male lovers, he scandalized the realm by naming his niece, Lady Daenerys Liu, as his heir. Daenerys was the eldest daughter of his late sister, Lady Catelyn-herself unmarried, and the mother of four acknowledged bastards. Three of the girls bore the unmistakable mark of Valyrian blood: hair pale as moonlight, a silent provocation to a realm obsessed with lineage and legitimacy. With no legitimate sons and only daughters to inherit, House Liu was widely expected to vanish-either extinguished by time or driven back across the seas to Yi Ti. Its name was spoken softly, if at all. Then came the Dance of the Dragons. As the realm tore itself apart, betrothals were forged and shattered, loyalties tested, and love took root in the most dangerous of hours. In a war defined by fire and blood, the women of House Liu found opportunity where others found ruin. They would not retreat. They would not disappear. And the Ladies of Liu would ensure their house endured-no matter the cost.

Fire on fire would normally kill us But this much desire, together, we're winners They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms 'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me And look in my eyes You are perfection, my only direction It's fire on fire,

She was born in the midst of ashes, In her name laced with fire and water Her blood runs the brightest and hottest flame, Her deaminor as calm as the sea, She is fire and water combined, She is fire, and blood came true. She was blessed, the irregular, She is Visenya reborn, Craziness runs in her veins, Madness coursed through her blood, She lived for bloodshed, And she thrived in chaos. Two fate unknowns, two people in tow, As their fate tied themselves up, What will they bring in the war of kins and dragons? Will they change the destined end? Or destroy the strings of fate? Let's find out, as two souls wander in the world they never should be, let's watch as their destiny unfold. Reminder all the og characters are not mine, only my OC's, but they are too many OC here!.

"A war camp is no place for a rose." And yet, that is exactly where Everly Tyrell finds herself after her family betroths her to the King in the North. Robb Stark tries to get to know her. Everly is only trying to survive without letting him get too close. Amid political alliances, war, and broken promises, something slowly begins to grow between them - something that was never meant to happen. And that is precisely why it will destroy them both. »He called her his Little Wolf. Years later, she would hear the name again and wish she hadn't.« Tropes: Arranged Marriage • He Falls First • War Romance • Found Family •Touch Her and Die • Tragic Romance Weekly updates 🤍 @hoofbeatsheatbeats is my german account.

i'm losing by their side. MUTLI hotd / jvnkyard

What if Viserys I had two daughters? One, the heir who never wanted the crown. The other, the shadow willing to take up the burden. "You don't want to be queen? Fine. I'll be queen for you." A childhood promise whispered in the quiet of their chambers becomes the first stone in an avalanche that threatens to consume Westeros. As the court is torn apart by schemes and dragon dreams foretell a long night, two sisters must find their way amongst wolves, lions, and other dragons. A story of duty, ambition, and a sisterly love that might prove more dangerous than any hatred.

THE ODYSSEY OF REMEMBERING, WHAT DID IT MEAN? BETTER YET, WHAT DID IT MEAN TO A IMMORTAL LIKE HERSELF? IT WAS COMPLICATED, A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD, OR WAS IT TOO SIMPLE..? WHAT DID IT MEAN? THE ODYSSEY OF REMEMBERING.. WHAT COULD IT MEAN TO HER? BUT THINKING OF THE BURDEN OF IMMORTALITY.. --- grand /grand/ adjective 1. magnificent and imposing in appearance, size, or style. "Well, that was just..Wow, that was rather grand.." --- ( HELAENA TARGARYEN x OC x AEGON ii TARGARYEN ) { HOTD x INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE AU } | APART OF THE, 'THE CONQUEROR REBORN' UNIVERSE | [ SLOW UPDATES ] --- { STARTED : MAY 26, 2024 - ENDED : ? } +Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN any part of, House of the Dragon or IWTV ( I wish I did.. ), its plot, lines, or it's characters. I do, however OWN MY characters and every single one of their stupid jokes, so PLEASE don't steal my stuff. WARNING: Swearing ( medium ), blood, death, mentions of PTSD, ( brief ) mentions of alcohol use, ( slight ) parental abandonment, loneliness, sassiness and stupidity, ( brief ) smut, and dark / yandere. The typical GOT / ASOIAF stuff..

He is half my soul, as the poets say. JACE VELARYON, ©2024 xanderherondale (cover by -blackfyres)

Daenora grew up thing she would fall in love and marry a handsome lord, or a knight, or even a prince one day. So when the Princess unexpectedly falls for her new lady in waiting, Alicent Hightower, being at the age she now expected to marry she doesn't know how to deal with her new feelings, but it seems she is not alone about her feelings with the Hightower girl. {Alicent Hightower x Targaryen!Oc}

HANDS TURNING LOOM... SPOOL OF GREEN, SPOOL OF BLACK... DRAGONS OF FLESH WEAVING DRAGONS OF THREAD... --- She grew out of control, like an untreated wound. She had Aegon right in her hands, her serpent like hold tightening on him, choking him with all of her ideas and lies. Roselyn Hightower was now a threat. A dangerous one in brightly colored gowns and pearl jewelry. Otto knew, the only way to kill a snake was to cut it's head off. --- ( DARK! AEGON II TARGARYEN x OC ) ( HELAENA TARGARYEN x OC ) [ SLOW UPDATES ] --- { STARTED & COMPLETED: MARCH 12, 2024 - ? } +Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN any part of House of the Dragon ( I wish I did.. ), its plot, lines, or it's characters. I do, however OWN MY characters and every single one of their stupid jokes, so PLEASE don't steal my stuff. This WILL be based on the TV Show ( Sorry to all of my book fans out there! ). WARNING: Swearing ( medium ), blood, death, mentions of PTSD, ( brief ) mentions of alcohol use, ( slight ) parental abandonment, loneliness, sassiness and stupidity, ( brief ) smut, and dark / yandere. The typical GOT / ASOIAF stuff.. { I re-used the pre-done format for one of my old discontinued stories, so it could be tagged / labeled. Also sorry to those who were fans / read the old discontinued story. }

She sang in taverns to survive. He drank to forget prophecy. Somewhere between music, nightmares, and stolen moments of tenderness, they built a small life together - one the world was never meant to let them keep. 𝑫𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 𝘟 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘖𝘊. 𝑶𝒏𝒆-𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕. ©𝘖𝘤3𝘢𝘯_𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘦 2026.