Daenys Targaryen,
Born as a babe from the crimes of Daemon Targaryen to her mother, Lady Rhea. Raised quietly, as a princess in the capital by the young Queen Alicent Hightower. Whose eager hands nursed and raised the babe as her own.
As any Targaryen, the gods flipped a coin, and with Daenys, it may yet be a mystery as to why, and who she is. That is, aside from the Courts grand plans of her. A Princess from the vale, set to inherit Runestone after she is wed, which means, a powerfull piece on the board, laid out to secure the seven Houses for either Green, or Black.
Warning
As you all well know I like to write my stories with a raw heart and this story is by far not meant for those who are faint of heart, I also apologize for my lack of editing chapters in my other books, I will do so with this one untill further notice.
This books contains content that some readers may view as unsettling
Book One|
Veasyra was known around the realm as a great beauty. She captivated everyone's attention, especially being the heir to the iron throne.
It's said that Targaryen's were more gods then men, well Veasyra was the embodiment of a goddess.
She was the first of her family to claim more than one dragon. Her soul was of the hottest fires and she burned to live up to the heir she was made to be.
Her name will forever be in the history books as the princess that was promised, and for the fury she unleashed when her family was wronged. They always said that when a Targaryen was born they flipped a coin. Well it seemed hers was spinning on its side.