Thegreens Stories

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.

In a world of dragons and destiny, a lost soul is reborn. Elsia Valeria Potter Black - elder sister to Harry Potter, once a mentor, a guardian, a fiercely devoted protector - dies believing her story has ended. Instead, she awakens in fire and blood as Visenya Targaryen, firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon. Unlike any Targaryen before her, she bears emerald-green eyes laced with molten gold - less a mark of inheritance than of fate refusing to release her. This is no innocent second chance. With memories of her first life intact, Visenya is neither naïve nor passive. Forged by one war and shaped by sacrifice, she becomes a quiet strategist and a fierce protector of her brothers. She has already watched one world fall to ambition and division - she will not allow it to happen again. But Westeros is not Britain. Dragons are not wands. And power here is written in blood. Then comes the night of Driftmark. It was meant to be remembered for a dragon claimed and an eye lost - the night that sealed the divide between green and black. That is how history was meant to unfold. Instead, it is Visenya's blood that stains the shore. Grievously wounded, her life slipping between breaths, the gods of Valyria answer in a way no one expects. Before kings, queens, and dragonriders, the veil tears open - revealing visions of a life lived before. They witness fragments of another world: a castle of stone and shifting staircases, a war fought by youth, a sister who chose sacrifice without hesitation - loving fiercely even when it meant letting go. When the visions fade, that night on Driftmark is remembered for more than the dragon claimed. The Dance of the Dragons still approaches. But now, those who will shape its course have glimpsed another world - and the price of letting war consume a family. ✨🐉

All of Westeros knows the Dance of the Dragons was a war of succession fought between King Aegon the Second's Greens and Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen's Blacks. But the poets give it the moniker "The War of Five Queens", they sing songs of queens that plunged the Seven Kingdoms into madness. They sing songs of love between queens and hate between queens. They sing of kinslaying and treachery. They sing of Fire and Blood. Perhaps the poets are wisest of all.

This is a short story about a boy who did dumb things he regrets. Have a read and tell me what ya'll think :)

Dive into the tumultuous world of Westeros as the Targaryens navigate the treacherous landscape of family, power, and loyalty. This gripping tale follows Rhaella, the Moonstone of the Seas, and her brother-husband Jacaerys as they confront the dark secrets of their family's past and the looming threat of war. With intricate politics, forbidden love, and ancient magic, this story will keep you on the edge of your seat. Will the Targaryens survive the coming storm, or will their own demons tear them apart? (The Dance Of The Dragons Universe,yet sligtly different)

𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙀𝙇𝙔𝙎 𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙂𝘼𝙍𝙔𝙀𝙉 tore her mother apart from the inside out. She had gotten stuck halfway from the womb, slowly eroding the bones and muscles within the young woman. Her father had been granted a choice, and in that moment the chance of a son seemed greater than his love for his wife, his Aemma. It was a decision that would haunt Viserys until his dying breath, one that would rest upon Anaelys's shoulders. Started ➞ 17th January 2023 Published ➞ 23rd January 2023 Finished ➞ Ongoing [ SLOW UPDATES ]

"The reign of King Viserys I Targaryen wanes, and with it wanes the fragile peace that binds his House together. In the Red Keep, smiles hide sharpened blades, and the rift between Queen Alicent and Princess Rhaenyra deepens with every passing day. The Blacks and the Greens are not yet named... but the shadow of division stretches long across the realm. And then the gods intervene. Summoned into a chamber beyond time and reason, king and queen, prince and princess, lords and ladies stand together, bound by a judgment not of mortal making. Before them unfurl visions of lives unchosen - paths untaken - where one choice, one night, one heartbeat reshapes the fate of kings and children yet unborn. Some visions bring wonder. Some, despair. And all of them bear a single truth: the doom of dragons lies not in flame, but in the hearts that wield it. Before war was written in fire and blood... it was written in judgment."

╰┈➤ ༉‧₊˚🗡️🪷❀༉‧₊˚.ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴀʏs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʜᴏʟᴅᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇs? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴡʜᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇs? ᴠᴀᴇʟʟᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ. ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴛʜᴏʀɴs ɴᴏʀ ʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇғɪᴀɴᴛ ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟs. sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʟɪʟʏ ɪs ʀᴀʀᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ʀᴏsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏʀɴs. [ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ¹⁷ ⁰⁶ ²⁰²⁴] [ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ¹⁹ ⁰⁶ ²⁰²⁴] [ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ [ᶠᵉᵐᵃˡᵉᵒᶜ ˣ ʲᵃᶜᵃᵉʳʸˢᵛᵉˡᵃʳʸᵒⁿ]

Before the Dance began, the world shifted-quietly, irrevocably. Born not of this realm, but shaped by another, two forgotten souls awaken beneath the shadow of dragons. Esmeralda Black-reborn as daughter of steel and flame, pride of the Vale and heir to a bloodline both cursed and sacred. She walks with the grace of old magic and the fury of a storm untamed. Harry Potter-nameless, rootless, reborn beneath the banner of the sea. A Velaryon bastard in name, but fate carves ancient runes into his soul. He remembers fire. He remembers pain. And he remembers her. When fate brings them together, Westeros trembles. They were not meant to exist. They were not part of the game. But now the game will change. As the Blacks and Greens descend into war, dragons fall, and kingdoms burn, Esmeralda and Harry must decide: will they fight for the broken world they were born into-or carve a new one from its ashes?

"All it took was a girl who was never meant to be." In the wake of King Viserys's death, as the winds of civil war howl louder and thrones tremble beneath ambition, an ancient force intervenes. The greatest figures of House Targaryen and their allies-Greens and Blacks alike-are torn from their schemes and grief, summoned to a timeless chamber beyond the reach of death, crown, or dragon. Here, they are shown a world unlike their own. A world where Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce, in a twist of fate, had a daughter-Vaelora Targaryen. A girl of fire and heart, wisdom and war. The kind of soul the gods send once in a thousand years-not to conquer, but to heal. Raised not in cold halls of duty, but in the quiet, defiant warmth of two souls who love nothing more than her, Vaelora grows into something neither realm nor gods were prepared for. Beautiful beyond words, clever beyond measure, and as fierce as the flame that birthed her-she is both storm and shelter. Warrior and balm. The unshakable heart at the center of a divided house. As the gathered kin watch her rise, they witness a realm that might have known peace. A family that could have stayed whole. A Dance that never needed to begin. But fate is cruel, and so are men. And once the final vision fades... choice remains. One girl. One change. A different world.

Dreams didn't make us kings, dragons did

THE DRAGON'S VOW| ❝A dragon's heart beats with the fire of its kin; in the face of loss, I will rise, fueled by the vow I made to those I love❞ Short imagines for my OC from this story can be found in my book 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 「multifandom imagines」

After the death of Viserys I Targaryen, the realm is plunged into war. A divide long in the making finally breaks and the House of the Dragon turns upon itself. Blacks and Greens rise against one another, dragon against dragon, blood against blood, family against family. And so, the Dance begins. In the wake of the brutal attack on Lucerys Velaryon at Storm's End, those who stand at the center of this conflict are drawn together-not by their own will, but by forces far greater than any crown or claim. By the will of the gods. For a revelation. A truth long mourned... and never truly laid to rest. Years ago, the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon vanished days after her birth-her loss carved into memory, into grief, into silence. But she was never dead. She is alive. And now, they are made to see it. A life unfolding beyond their world- beyond their war, beyond their reach. The life of the child they lost... the blood of their own, living in another world. As enemies are forced to stand side by side and bear witness-to a truth that exists beyond them-the war they wage falters, if only for a moment, beneath the weight of something far greater than power or vengeance. And only one question remains- Will this revelation change the fate of what is to come... or will even this be swallowed by the flames they have already set in motion?

She never drew a breath in their world. Yet by the end of the vision... they would all ache for her. A feast unfolds in a flickering hall filled with laughter, joy, and the fragile illusion of peace. Laena Velaryon's womb carries new life, Daemon Targaryen stands restored by her side, and Rhaenyra Targaryen cradles her third son. The realm holds its breath. Then-time stops. The gods-or something older-speak. And they do not offer blessing, but memory... of a world that never was. There, from a fractured union with Rhea Royce, Daemon fathered a daughter: Vaelora Targaryen. Born of bitterness, raised with grace, she becomes the ember that softens the forge. She is clever, but not cruel. Bold, but not reckless. And in her quiet, radiant defiance, she rewrites the stories others accepted as fate. She is not a conqueror. She is not crowned. Yet kingdoms shift in her wake. Her words challenge doctrine. Her gaze unravels deceit. Her compassion turns enemies into allies. In this vision, the realm is not ruled, but healed. Enemies speak. Brothers stay brothers. And dragons soar not to destroy, but to protect. In her world, dragons are not only weapons, but companions. Duty does not silence the soul. And love-dangerous, defiant love-is not punished, but honored. As the gathered nobles watch her life unfold, something ancient stirs within them-regret, longing, love. For a daughter who never was. For a future they never earned. And for Daemon, it is a slow, devastating truth: By ending one life, he may have denied the world the only one who could have saved it. One question remains: If a single girl could change the world... why did they deny her the chance?

What if the man known as the Rogue Prince had a reason to stay grounded? What if the gods tore open reality just to place him somewhere he was never meant to be? In another world, Daemon Targaryen never killed Rhea Royce. They despised one another-but from that hatred came Vaelora: a daughter born of fire and stone, whose amethyst eyes shine like silver stars, and whose very existence softened a dragon's rage. At only four years old, Vaelora is the light of her father's life, fluent in High Valyrian, clever beyond belief, and adored by both her reluctant parents. But when a sudden, unexplained rift sends them tumbling into another reality-a realm that mirrors their own but twists it darkly-they arrive in the Red Keep just as fate sharpens its knives. Here, Daemon Targaryen already exists. Older. Colder. Married to Laena Velaryon, who carries his unborn child. Here, Vaelora doesn't exist. Here, he is the man who murdered Rhea Royce. As lords and ladies scramble to understand the truth, as whispers begin to turn into fear, and as eyes shift toward the mysterious girl with amethyst eyes-everything begins to change. Two Daemons. One throne. And a little girl that might just shake the very bones of destiny. Sometimes, what the gods give... they mean to test.