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Option 2 : Game of Thrones: The Lustful Plunderer System Option 3: Execution Day: I Awakened the Slaughter System in Westeros ⚔️ Ruthless Protagonist: A pragmatist who kills without hesitation. No mercy for enemies. 🩸 Solo Leveling Vibe: Kill enemies -> Plunder Stats & Skills -> Become a God. 🐉 Dragon Rider: Master of "Winter," a unique three-headed dragon. 🔥 Harem: Unapologetic ambition Plot Omniscient: Using knowledge of the future to manipulate major events and destroy enemies like Littlefinger and the Lannisters.

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"𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡...𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔦𝔱" Raised by uncles with prominent titles in war, she aspired to be what she could not. She plowed the soil and planted seeds to achieve her endeavors. She trained day by day preparing for a war she thought would never come and only lived by two mottos all her life. One she learned from the Starks and one she learned from her uncle. Winter is coming And so is war VERY SLOW UPDATES |Season 1| OC X R.Stark

Visenya Targaryen, elder sister to the Mad King, steps into a world of power and peril. Her union with Tywin Lannister will change the fate of the Iron Throne

Zyta Baratheon is the only child of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister. She is sweet and kind but fierce. She fell in love with a man that had no love in his heart. The same man fell in love with the princess of the Seven Kingdoms. Sandor Clegane never liked the Lannister's or the Baratheon's but he sure liked Zyta Baratheon. OCxSandor STARTED: September 30, 2017 ENDED: May 28, 2019

"I will finish what my ancestor Aegon and his sisters started!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After the final war in Westeros John Snow ended Dany's reign of terror by plunging a dagger into her heart not knowing she was carrying not one but three of his unborn children. So Drogon grabbed Dany and flew her to Meereen where the red woman was waiting. Dany was revived and was forced to keep her life and the lives of her newborn triplets a secret. Now their children are driven to be known to the world, especially their daughter. Rileiria is fierce and fearless and wants to take back what her family lost so many years ago, the 7 kingdoms of Westeros. And there is nothing that will stop her from fulfilling her dreams, except maybe her biggest fear, a surviving lion. Maybe house Lannister isn't fully dead just like house Targaryen.

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

Christina Benton hated the ending of Game of Thrones-especially the betrayal and death of the woman she loved from afar: Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen. So when a mysterious survey offers her the impossible, Christina doesn't hesitate. With Wanda Maximoff's powers and one burning wish in her heart, she awakens not in her old world-but in Westeros. Reborn as Alyssa Stark, the supposed daughter of Ned and Catelyn and twin sister to Robb, Alyssa carries a secret no one knows: she is the trueborn child of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. With chaos magic in her blood, visions of fire in her dreams, and a soulbond tying her fate to Daenerys herself, Alyssa must walk the line between wolf and dragon, duty and desire. But soulbonds have rules-and in every bond, there is an alpha and an omega. And destiny? It always demands sacrifice. This time, she will save Daenerys. This time, fire will reign. Even if she has to burn the world to make it happen. ⚠️ Content Note: This story features a G!P (girl with penis) portrayal of Daenerys Targaryen. Please read with awareness of that element.

Reborn as Robb Stark, the heir of Winterfell, I awakened in a world that was not my own. The kingdoms are still at peace... for now. But I know what is coming: betrayal, death, and the cruel fate that awaits House Stark. The fall of the Young Wolf is already written in history. But this time will be different. I will not repeat the mistakes that doomed the real Robb Stark. In this game of thrones, the direwolf will not be the prey. He will be the predator. When winter finally comes, all of Westeros will learn to fear the Wolf of Winterfell.

Daemion is brought before Daenerys Targaryen at the ceremony after she wed khal Drogo

Another cry echoed from Maegor's Holdfast while he spoke, loud enough to make my stomach twist despite my efforts to remain calm. But my mind was full of doubt and insecurities. Had I truly been that cold toward Maekar? Had I allowed distance and sharp words to grow into something my children now mistook for indifference, or worse, disdain. And Aerion... did they truly believe I hated the boy.

Relationship: Original Female Character/Valarr Targaryen/Aerion Targaryen (Love Triangle) Elira's future has been decided ever since she was born. While her sister, the first born daughter of the house of Quartis, is meant to marry, Elira as a second-born daughter is destined to join the House of Eruditi, where she will become a woman of the new arts. Before her future is truly sealed, she's intending to seek out any and every experience she can. The time ticks and her last chance at seeing the world comes when her sister is bestowed with a proposal. Fifteen years old, she sets out with her family to King's Landing for her sister's wedding to prince Matarys Targaryen. Free-spirited and with a taste for novelty, she means to explore the Red Keep and the world that surrounds it. She builds friendships with a prince or two. Entertains history lessons from a dragon in the dungeons. Finds ways to avoid the man the realm deems perfect. It all seems to be going well... Until it starts to go awry.

When the civil war between the house of the dragon causes the whole realm to split in half, a marriage between a princess from House Baratheon and the heir to the iron throne, can help Rhaenyra's claim to the throne. she is made of thunder and fury, and he is blood of the dragon. Bound by crown and cause, neither expected loyalty to turn into something far more dangerous than war. All rights go to George RR Martin, the only addition that is of my own are my OC's

Sansa Stark and Isabelle Bennett, two best friends seperated. They made a promise that they would always be best friends but after fourteen years when the two are reunited, they realise that both have changed in ways they couldn't imagine.

"I am the debt the Usurper forgot to pay." To the Seven Kingdoms, Prince Aegon Targaryen is a tragedy, a babe murdered in his nursery, his skull crushed against a wall. To King Robert Baratheon, he is a ghost that stayed buried. They were wrong. For fifteen years, Aegon has lived as a shadow on the Rhoyne, raised on a rotting pole-boat by a man who breathes only for revenge. He has been taught to hide, to lie, and to dye his hair the color of a bruised plum. But as the mists of the Sorrows close in, Aegon makes a choice that will set the world on fire: He will no longer hide. With his silver hair a target for every assassin in Essos and nothing to his name but three cold, stone eggs, Aegon begins a desperate journey to reclaim a throne he has never seen. But the path to King's Landing is paved with more than just blood. From the haunted ruins of Chroyane to the golden tents of the Golden Company, Aegon must battle the ghosts of his father's failures and the growing madness in his own blood. He wants justice for his murdered mother, Elia Martell, but the Iron Throne demands a monster. Can he win a kingdom without losing his soul? Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction set in the world of George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire and the HBO series Game of Thrones. All characters, locations, and lore associated with the original franchise are the property of their respective owners. This story is created for entertainment purposes only and is not intended for commercial use or to infringe upon the rights of the original creators or publishers.

IN WHICH BAELOR TARGARYEN'S SECOND WIFE ATTENDS ASHFORD MEADOW TOURNEY. ( 29.04.26 ) ( baelor targaryen )

"...But Aerion was quite the glad child once." The story of why Aerion Brightflame is a royal fucking prick.

In a realm bound by duty, legacy, and the weight of crowns, some stories begin not with war or ambition-but with something far quieter. Before he was known as Baelor Breakspear, heir to the Iron Throne and the realm's most beloved prince, he was simply a boy with mismatched eyes, carrying the expectations of a kingdom he did not yet understand. Before she became a lady whispered of in courts and songs, Denyse Hightower was a dreamer-gentle, golden, and full of stories about knights, love, and the kind of devotion that could outlast time itself. Their first meeting was nothing more than a fleeting childhood moment within the vast halls of the Red Keep-a fall, a hand extended, laughter shared beneath the sun. But from that single, innocent beginning, something deeper took root. As the years pass, the world around them grows harsher. Loyalties are tested, wars threaten to rise, and the burdens of birthright begin to close in. Baelor is shaped into a prince the realm demands, while Denyse must navigate a life where love is often a luxury denied to women of noble blood. Yet through distance, duty, and the unyielding pull of fate, one question lingers- Can a love born in innocence survive in a world ruled by power? Or will it become just another story, lost to time like so many before it?

The doors to my father's solar slammed open with a force that rattled the hinges against the stone, the sharp crack echoing through the chamber as every head inside turned toward me. I did not bother announcing myself, nor did I wait for permission to enter. King Daeron II Targaryen sat behind his desk with a stack of parchments spread before him, while my brother Baelor stood at his side. "This is madness," I snapped, striding forward until the heels of my boots struck the edge of his desk. "How dare you, Father, king or not, give one of my son's hands in marriage to a bastard."

𝘐𝘯 𝟧𝟦 𝘈𝘊, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘧𝘺𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝟣𝟩𝟤 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 before 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯, 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯. In 112 AC Rhaenyra Targaryen birthed her oldest child. A girl, during a wild snowstorm. The first to ever hit the Red Keep. And on that same day, a large wild dragon dropped from the sky; scales of ink and eyes of pure ice. An ice dragon that chose Visera Targaryen, only a newborn babe, as his rider.