Soiaf Stories

In "Rhaenyra The Golden" I promised only one-shots and a break from this fandom, but I am a dirty liar. I swear this happens every single time I start writing House of the Dragon fic. I sit down with one clear idea in mind, fully convinced I know where the story is going, and somehow I end up with two. The same thing happened with "The Rogue Prince Come Again" and "HIMYF - Targaryen Edition", so at this point I really should know better than to fight it. So far, we've wandered through Dorne, Driftmark, the Stepstones, the North, and even Yi Ti. And now-whether I like it or not-we're heading into my least favorite region of all: the Riverlands. I have complaints. Many of them. But the story demanded it, and I've learned that arguing rarely works. This fic is me unapologetically playing cupid, rearranging pieces, and indulging a little too hard in character dynamics. Somewhere along the way, I also circled right back to my Sims tendencies, because apparently I cannot help myself when it comes to orchestrating the chaos that is Westeros. As always, thank you for reading, and for sticking with me as this series continues to grow sideways instead of straight ahead.

The eldest daughter of House Lannister seeks to inherit all her family's fortune and power to become a Queen-Lioness of own land, sepearted from the rest of the South. But the House of Dragons and Seasnakes have been captivated by this Lioness's charm, and the Game of Thrones calls to all who seek power and dominion How will Cynika Lannister handle the gazes of House Targaryen and Valaryian. Gold may run the world, but a dragon cares not for riches or furtune, only what their eyes desire to claim.... And a lion has entered many a gaze. The Queen of Gold Lions or the future Dragon Queen of fire and blood....never before has a woman sat in a seat of true power, but Cynika Lannister plans to break that stigma

The story of Rhaenyra started in The Tower Of Joy almost 17 years ago, when her mother Lyanna Stark gave birth to her shortly after her twin brother Aegon. Sadly for her, Eddard Stark only took her brother back to Winterfell, not knowing of her existance and leaving her behind. As soon as the midwife assistant saw her, she kept her in secret and left to Mereen, looking for a place to raise her without Robert's soldiers questioning the purple eyed and silver haired child's descendance. She was able to raise and love her as if she were her own child for many years, but she didn't keep the child away from learning about her biological family and parents. Everything was good for them, until something came to shake their peaceful life awake. Or rather someone.

Soon enough, Dyanna and Baelon would marry, and Gods, that still felt strange to think about sometimes. They had grown up far too fast.

Aemond Targaryen dies with fire in his veins and wakes in a boy's body, whole but hollow. Lucerys is still alive. The war hasn't started. The Red Keep is a nest of ambition and rot, but this time, Aemond is watching. Calculating. In a court built on lies and grief, Aemond begins to untangle the story of who he was, and decides who he wants to become. Vengeance might have burned him once. This time, it might save him.

The war's over, the family's a disaster, and somehow Joffrey Velaryon ends up with a sword, a title, and way too much responsibility. He's not really complaining-he just thought there'd be fewer cursed ruins and emotionally damaged siblings involved. This is the story of rebuilding after the Dance, dragging House Velaryon into the future, and figuring out how the hell he ends up married. No one saw it coming. Least of all him.

A collection of three interconnected one-shots chronicling the legacy of Rhaenyra Targaryen after her death-from the eyes of her dragon, her descendants, and her realm. Chapter One: Westeros remembers. Historical excerpts of the Legacy of the Golden Princess thought time. Chapter Two: Syrax remembers. She has not flown in a century. Not because she can't-but because she won't. Until the boy is born. The one Rhaenyra dreamed of. The one made for her. Chapter Three: Naerys mourns. The Queen of Light is gone, and the capital weeps-loudly, wrongly. But Naerys knows the truth: her grandmother would not have wanted silence. She would've wanted lemon cakes, music, and a reckoning. Three perspectives. One legacy. A queen's love, grief, and fire echo across generations. Because some dragons do not forget. And some families refuse to fade.

"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.

Prince, dragonrider, heir to the IronThrone... Anakin Targaryen had it all growing up and strived to prove his worth. But when the people he cared deeply about betrayed him, he struck out on his own to leave his mark on the world - his accomplishments eventually earning him the nickname "the Nameless prince." Will he succeed? Or will he succumb to thecurse that plagued his family? *Disclaimer*: I do not own any of the Song oflce and Fire characters in the story or from George R.R. Martin's "Fire & Blood" novel and HBO's "House of the Dragon." Only the OC sincluded are mine.