Closer to Men Than Gods

Closer to Men Than Gods

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Game Of Thrones: House Of Dragons
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(The first chapter is incomplete. This is just a preview while it's under editing.) Tragedy strikes. The queen is dead, and the king must remarry to secure the lineage in case the madness does consume his only living son. It does. Prince Jaehaerys, only son to King Viserys I and Queen Aemma Arryn, flees the capital in outrage and grief, renouncing his claim to the Iron Throne and shattering the realm. With no heir, the king calls upon Princess Rhaenyra to take his place. It's been nine years since the prince has been seen. And while the king and his advisors believe they have resolved the inheritance crisis, a new issue arises with the two children Jaehaerys left behind. Twins Daedre and Vyktar Targaryen care not for their father's return but yearn for the titles and honor he's denied them. The two, growing up amidst harsh politics, they separately seek recognition, power, and love. (This can be read as an xREADER! Just change the names.)
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{More Book accurate than Show accurate Cuz Fuck Ryan Condal & Sara Hess} Born in the heart of fire and blood, Saera Velaryon, the eldest daughter and heir of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, was a child beloved beyond measure-a princess draped in adoration, raised to believe the Iron Throne was her birthright. The realm called her *Saera the Spoiled*, for she had never known a world where she was not treasured. But war does not spare even the most cherished. When the Dance of the Dragons erupts, the realm fractures between Black and Green. Prince Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed rider of Vhagar, stands at the forefront of the war, a blade in the name of his mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, and his brother, King Aegon II. A warrior forged in anger, ruthless and unyielding, but was his sword ever truly theirs to start? Aemond harbors a secret-a devotion that undermines the very cause he supposedly fights for. For all his wrath and violence, his heart has been lost to Saera since childhood, bound to her by longing, by fate, by a love neither of them dared to name. When duty and desperation forced them into an marriage before the war broke, their union was meant to be a bridge between Green and Black, a political bond to quell animosity and resentment. But beneath the weight of war and betrayal, behind closed doors and whispered confessions, *love*-unyielding, undeniable-has already taken root. Their love is a treasonous thing, a flame burning between two sides sworn to destroy each other. And in the end, when the blood of kin stains the realm and dragons fall from the sky, Aemond must make a choice-his family or his wife, his crown or his heart. For what is duty when weighed against devotion? And what is a throne when set against love? _ "And then the storm broke, and the dragons danced."

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