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Bronze Beauty | Daemon Targaryen

Bronze Beauty | Daemon Targaryen

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The board was set when Viserys Targaryen was named King of the Seven Kingdoms over Rhaenys Targaryen, and Ser Otto Hightower his Hand. War was inevitable. What if House Targaryen was given a boon in the form of Diana Royce, wife of Daemon Targaryen? Which faction would win then? Cross posted on Fanfiction.net and Archive of Our Own
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Visenya Velaryon, whispered to be the bastard daughter of Harwin Strong and the unwanted heir to the Iron Throne ,was born beneath omens of blood and fire. She rides the Cannibal, the most savage dragon in the world, and many believe it suits her far too well. Cold-eyed, sharp-tongued, and dangerous with a sword, Visenya was never raised to be a lady. She was raised to survive. Courtly smiles are weapons. Loyalty is rare. Love is weakness. Her nature mirrors that of her stepfather, Prince Daemon Targaryen: restless, violent, and impossible to control. So when she is forced to wed her childhood enemy, Prince Aemond Targaryen, the realm expects peace. Instead, it receives a storm. Their marriage is not gentle. It is a battlefield fought in whispers, glares, and unsheathed truths. They know each other too well, every weakness, every scar, every buried cruelty. Hatred becomes obsession. Obsession becomes need. And need is far more dangerous than love.

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