The winds of war howl across the realm, their icy breath whispering tales of betrayal and blood. Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Realm's Delight, has been cruelly cast from her rightful throne, her crown sullied by the treachery of the Hightowers of Oldtown. A usurper sits the Iron Throne, a pretender clad in green, while the true Queen's black banners rise in defiance. Across the Seven Kingdoms, dragons soar as messengers of vengeance, calling loyal houses to arms, their shadows darkening the lands below.
Jacaerys Velaryon, eldest son of the Queen, stands on the precipice of manhood, his heart burdened with duty and fire. He knows his role well - a prince, a dragonrider, and a weapon forged for his mother's cause. Mounted upon Vermax, his emerald-scaled fury, Jacaerys is among the first to take wing. His destination: the North, where the cold bites deeper than the sharpest blade. To Winterfell he flies to snow-laden halls and Stark hospitality, seeking swords and oaths to bolster his Queen's claim.
You have lived your life beneath the gray skies and towering walls of Winterfell. The North is in your blood - its frozen forests, its relentless winds, its unyielding ice. Here, amid the frigid stone and hearthfires, you have found a sanctuary of warmth and family, shared with your young sister and the half-brother who watches over you like a wolf to its pack.
But when the dragon descends from the heavens, bearing fire and war upon its back, the North you know will not be the only thing to feel the pangs of war. You will never be the same.
In which [Y/N] Stark is the younger half-sister to Cregan Stark. Story begins upon Jacaerys's visit to the Wall. Tried to keep physical descriptions vague (for all my lovely poc readers!) and as minimal use of [Y/N] as I could get away with...
Cross-posted on Ao3 under the same name
Reader X Jacaerys Velaryon, canon divergence, alternate ending (blacks win, jace survives)
He is fire; she fears the flames.
Naerys Velaryon, firstborn of Rhaenyra Targaryen, bears the blood of the dragon yet carries a curse that sets her apart: a terror of fire. When her mother's claim hung by a thread, she was bound in childhood to her uncle, Aemond Targaryen - a union forged not of love, but as the price exacted for the loss of his eye.
Ten years later, Naerys returns to King's Landing to fulfill her duty. Yet her betrothed is no longer the boy she once knew. Aemond is vengeance made flesh, as sharp and unforgiving as the blades he wields. In a court ruled by treachery, where oaths shatter as swiftly as they are sworn, they must set aside their grievances... if only to seize what they both covet: the Iron Throne.
And in the game they are forced to play, hatred may prove the only thing more perilous than desire.
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