𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓰𝓸, when gods whispered across seas and over dragonfire, parents told their children a story - not to frighten them, but to show that even the most radiant rulers cast the longest shadows. At the heart of this story was Percilla the Golden - a queen whose blood ran deepest in the kingdom, whose decisions shaped crowns, destinies, and the very soul of the realm. Born of wolf-blood and touched by divinity, she ruled with fairness and iron, her presence a storm that no throne could ignore. Through her eyes - and those of her descendants - the gods glimpsed the future of their Saviour, and the fates that would bind House Targaryen for generations. Beside her stood Maegor Targaryen, the second-born prince, the cruel and formidable force whose presence demanded obedience and inspired fear. Marked by the gods and warned of destiny's price, he understood early that power exacts a toll, and that even a queen he would call his wife could not escape it. Percilla's rule was not without conflict. The bitter rivalry with her sister-in-law erupted into a civil war, remembered in history as a battle that would shape the Targaryen dynasty and the kingdoms under her sway. Children would hear the tale as a fable: A queen whose blood bound kingdoms. A prince whose cruelty could shatter them. A civil war that would be remembered for generations. A world shaped by gods, where prophecy coils like dragons in the shadows. Maegor Targeryan X Percilla cecelia Stark(Jackson) DISCLAIMER I do now own house of the dragons nor Game of thrones and Percyjackson series I only create fanfiction and crossover of both
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