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"her fight and fury is fiery, oh, but she loves like sleep to the freezing, sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed in the tide of her breathing." - hozier ________________________________ Athera Baratheon, the daughter of King Robert Baratheon and Queen Cersei Lannister, is caught between the weight of her lineage and the desires of her heart. In a kingdom where alliances are fragile and loyalty is tested, she finds herself drawn to a love that could either save or destroy her. With the future of the realm at stake, can she follow her heart without losing everything? For when you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. ------------ asoiaf fanfic asoiaf contains mature themes, reader discretion advised all rights to George R.R. Martin, original characters are mine

As the tangled strings bearing the fate of House Targaryen neared their breaking point, a lone figure rose with the aim of untangling and strengthening the cords that bound them together, believing that given the right tug, one string could become the weapon that returned them the Iron Throne. (GoT S1 - onward) . with Bruna Marquezine as Princess Ysira Martell . GoT S1 - onward . All credit for original characters and original plot goes to George R.R. Martin for the A Song of Ice and Fire book series and the Game of Thrones television series. I own only my OCs and select scenes not from the show. Thank you George, for creating the world of ASOIAF. Thank you all, for reading. . I do not at any point in time give permission for my fanfiction content or original characters to be used for any purposes outside of my writing. I own all original characters appearing in this fic and do not consent to the usage of my story by anyone other than myself. Readers are welcome, plagiarizers are not. Written from August 2, 2024 - September 7, 2024

Layarah Targaryen. She lived in the North for her own safety after her father and mother died and the end of her family reign. Her time in the North wasn't pleasant. Terrible of thing have happened to the girl which she tried to forget but she couldn't. She wasn't able to pick her clothes, the way her hair is styled or what she ate. She was tired of being controlled and not having anything to say all because she was a woman. But then she was married off to a Lannister. A snarky, golden Lion. Jaime Lannister. Layarah hated to Lannister's after everything the family had done to hers. Yet once she met and had gotten to know Jaime not the Kingslayer but Jaime Lannister she had quickly fallen in love with the Lord. When the Days grew the more she realized she needed to make a change in the world. She was going to regain her throne back. And become the Natural Queen she was destined to be. So she needed to be careful with how she played the Game of Thrones knowing every steps can be the cause of her death. "I'm afraid." Jaime spoke. Layarah furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Jaime looked at her facial expression and sighed. He wanted her to understand that the Jaime who she was married to was gone, he wasn't that man anymore. The man who she fought for when he was gone, the man who she craved, the man who she loved. He was gone. "Afraid of what?" Layarah asked softly. She placed her palm on Jaime's cheek caressing it. Jaime looked down to the ground embarrassed. He wanted to please her and so much more but he just couldn't. "You'd realize you loved me more with my hand." Layarah stared blankly at her husband. She never could stop loving him even if she tried. He was the love of her life, even if she didn't realize it yet. Layarah let out a laugh. Jaime stared at her blankly, he didn't know what was so funny. EDITING Season 1-8

"You can tell me the truth. There's only you.'' The Stones of Power I J.Baratheon Game of Thrones Fanfiction Season 1 - ENG version @_erindcp

Visenya Targaryen never knew what is in store for her when she dies. I mean going by a new name and last name was difficult for her. But she never knew she was going to have a son with a God that kinda represents her stillborn son from the past. Percy and his friends never knew what was behind Sally as she usedly tells them that her pastis horrible. I mean to Percy she had to marry smelly Gabe so he thought he understand. But not everything was met to be. Now the Gods never really cared about what was about Sally only to know she's kind. But what comes to them is shocking. Read as they finds the truth to Sally past and knowing she was reborn somehow. { inspiration comes from wolfieriddleee}

"While I was within that crypt, words were spoken by Tyrion; he revealed Daenerys's plans to Lady Sansa in hopes it would reach you, she found only Tormund before she could make her way to you." Varys tells me, my brows furrow as he continues to speak. "They have begun to plan for what may happen after Daenerys's rule begins, and it does not start until your life is taken." Shock passes over my body, Odanno's hand rests on my forearm to steady me. I shake my head as realization floods in. "I know why. I know why she plans to kill me." I say, Varys looks at me with intensity in his eyes. "She must wipe away all other claims to her throne, Jon will only be next in line for the slaughter." "But you are a bastard, you have no claim." Sansa says, taking a step toward me. "No, it's all been a lie. Every story I've heard about my parentage, all of it. Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark were married in secret. My father never raped my mother, they were in love with another. Robert's Rebellion was built on a lie, and Jon is my brother. Jon is Aegon Targaryen, born only minutes after I came from my mother's womb." They stare at me in shock, eyes not moving from my own. "Sam and Bran pieced it together, working with Bran's visions and Sam's knowledge be learned at the citadel. Jon and I swore one another to secrecy in fear of Daenerys, just as your all must be now. No one can know of this, not even those you trust the most." "You are the true Heir to the Iron Throne." Varys breathes, silence passes over all of us. Tormund moves first, falling to one knee as he takes my hand in his own. He holds my eyes for a moment before he bows his head to me. Odanno follows, sinking to one knee as his head bows. Varys takes a knee beside him, snow coating his black coat. I watch in shock as Sansa sinks into a low curtsy, bowing her head to me.

Visenya Targaryen, Second of her name, princess of the Seven Kingdoms. That was until everything fell apart. When she is left with nothing but the rubble of her family's error how will the disgraced princess navigate outside the protection of King's Landing? And who will she turn to? You think I don't know?" She finally met his gaze "I have never felt a moment of safety in my life, whether it was the consistent eyes of the lords of the court or the rage of my own father I've never felt safe Post Roberts Rebllion I do not, nor do I claim to own any of George R.R Martin's characters other than my own I have created.

The young former Princess Visenya, and now Maegelle Targaryen, after the death of King Robert I Baratheon can finally come to King's Landing without fear of death at the hands of Robert, who has vowed to kill any Targaryen he can. Exactly, "any Targaryen he can"... He hasn't been able to touch Maegelle since Tywin Lannister took her to Casterly Rock and she was under his care for the next seventeen years, raised to be against her real family. Even her changed name is to make her realize who she should be. But will she listen to it? After all, she had spent her entire life with the murderers of her family...

"When everything comes down, we will be the last ones standing." "You know what they say." "Valar morghulis." The Dragon ♛ The Lion ♛ The Bastard ♛ The Rose ♛ Oh What Songs They Will �������� Of This One ♛ The Princess The Queen The Lost And The Found a game of thrones fan fiction ♛ "if you think this has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention" I do not own game of thrones this is simply a cannon divergence/alternate universe of the tv series and books of the game of thrones universe. All characters beside my own belong to George R. R. Martin.

A prophecy. "Born to lines separated by Doom, the Dragon shall be reborn. From the ashes, a fire shall be returned, and she will repair the fractured world to what is right. Azor Ahai will rise, born again, to once more use Lightbringer to thwart the darkness. Chains will break, and Snow shall be no more. Renewed shall be the line of the Dragon's. Renewed shall be the world." A Mission. Can Visenya Targhallian, the secret daughter of the Mad King, save Westeros before all is destroyed? The future is not written in stone, and even if it were, Visenya, Princess of Thyscoa, would be the one to knock it down. These Violent Delights tend to have violent ends, but Hope is never lost. Will be an AU of Game of Thrones and a Robb Stark OC