JackDemsey777
A Game of Thrones Fanfiction
The dragons never died.
House Targaryen still rules Westeros with fire and blood, and the Iron Throne remains beneath the shadow of dragons large enough to burn kingdoms in a single night.
King Rhaegar Targaryen sits upon the throne, haunted by prophecy and dreams of a darkness rising beyond the Wall. Years ago, he shattered the realm by annulling his marriage to Elia Martell and marrying Lyanna Stark instead, uniting ice and fire in the birth of Prince Aemon Targaryen.
But prophecy is a dangerous thing.
Prince Aegon, son of Elia Martell and the lawful firstborn, gathers the support of Dorne, the Reach, the Lannisters, and the Faith of the Seven.
Prince Aemon, reluctant and burdened by destiny, finds support in the North, the Vale, and the Riverlands.
Caught between them are dragons, ambition, prophecy, and blood.
And the realm begins to burn.
As rival dragonlords tear Westeros apart in the long-feared Second Dance of the Dragons, ancient horrors awaken in the frozen North. While kingdoms fight over crowns, something far older than kings is rising beyond the Wall.
In the end, the greatest threat may not come from dragonfire...
but from the dead.
"When dragons choose sides, kingdoms burn."