MADNESS, Rhaenyra Targaryen (Coming Soon)

Lyra Black was born an unwanted child.

The youngest daughter of Cygnus and Druella Black, her arrival should have been celebrated, a new thread woven into one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Instead, her father's disappointment poisoned the air before she had even taken her first breath.

He had wished for a son, a legacy to bear the Black name with pride, but what he received was yet another daughter. Worse still, on the very same night, his sister Walburga had given birth to Sirius-a boy. A heir.

The contrast drove a wedge through the family that would never quite heal.

In the Black household, appearances mattered more than affection.

Lyra quickly learned that perfection was the only currency her father recognized: impeccable manners, flawless posture, grades that gleamed with promise.

And yet, no matter how far ahead she was, no matter how dutifully she played her part, she could never be what Sirius was simply by existing.

A boy.

The heir her father had always wanted.

Her cousin's defiance only made it worse. Sirius rebelled while she conformed, he laughed while she remained poised, he broke free while she suffocated. And so hatred bloomed-not just toward him, but toward the unfairness of it all.

It might have swallowed her whole, if not for the day she met two girls who did not care about bloodlines or perfect smiles. Rhaenyra Targaryen and Alicent Hightower were everything the Blacks were not: warm, fearless, alive. They showed Lyra what it meant to belong, not as a daughter in a dollhouse but as a friend, as family.

Yet friendship soon became something more tangled-Alicent and Rhaenyra vying not only for their own place beside her, but for Lyra's heart.
And in the shadows, watching with a smile that promised both danger and desire, stood Daemon Targaryen.

This is where Lyra's story begins-not in the halls of Grimmauld Place, but on the edge of fire and fury, where the game of bloodlines and the dance of dragons entwine.