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Rhaenyra did not know what she expected to see in her father’s chamber.Or maybe she did.She expected to see him read. Or, work on his model. Or, even sleep.She did not expect to see her father and her best friend, her sister in everything but blood and name, sitting together holding hands. On her father’s bed. Her mother’s bed.---Rhaenyra visits her father and sees Alicent with him and things change after that.

"There is a silver lining," she admits, almost reluctantly. "Father had promised me that he wouldn’t choose for me. At least I have a say in the matter."Daemon’s attention spikes instantly, all of his plans coming to a screeching halt and shifting..Or, upon his return from the Stepstones, Daemon comes up with a plan that can actually win him a little more than just his brother's wrath.

not abandoned!! i’m just in school right now so updates will be slower ;-; ~ “Kill her,” she said, so calmly, that Daemon looked stunned. “Kill her,” she said. “And wed me, and then we may fuck for the rest of our lives. Be my consort, Daemon, protect me and our children. Who else am I to marry? No one else is of pure Valyrian decent, except for Laenor, and everyone knows his disposition.” She gazed into his violet eyes that were so like her own. “Kill her, Daemon, so that we may be together.” or In which Rhaenyra must navigate the hellscape that is Westerosi politics as a woman while still being an absolute baddie.

The gods know how Jon reacts to finding out the truth, and so in a bid to try and stop the impending rift between the last two members of House Targaryen, they send the Rogue Prince and the Realm's Delight forward in time to help their grandchildren set things right. Daemon has no shame in making sure everyone knows he loves his niece Rhaenyra. He'll show his grandson that being a Targaryen means you're more than allowed to fall in love with your aunt, in fact, you had better. Rhaenyra knows she's the heir to the Iron Throne. She also knows she loves her uncle Daemon. She'll make sure Daenerys is prepared to be the Queen she was always meant to be while also ensuring that her granddaughter has her nephew's heart and soul in the palm of her hands. Because what is family good for if they don't help you out when things start going wrong?

A story in which queen Aemma Arryn lives through her sixth pregnancy and understands that she has little chance to survive the next one. Now she has to ensure that her daughter Rhaenyra will not be harmed by her decision to avoid pregnancies and it can only be achieved by proper choice of husband for her daughter and getting rid of the people who might stand in her way.

Aemma Arryn was to be a Queen, her daughter, a Princess. Those words had surrounded Rhaenyra for the entirety of her short life. She had never paid them much mind, even as age and maturity led her to understand her station as a bastard. In the Vale, living within the relative solitude of the towers of the Eyrie, Rhaenyra was satisfied; she had her mother, Syrax, and her Uncle Daemon regularly visit. It was not to last. Aemma passed away, uttering the name of the man who had abandoned them with her final breath. While in King’s Landing, Daemon crowned her trueborn older sister Queen of Love and Beauty for her nameday tourney. As Rhaenyra lay alone in her bed, an ember began to form – borne out of resentment and grief. Your mother was to be Queen, you a Princess. Something had been taken from her, something that was rightfully hers. Rhaenyra Bastard and Usurper AU

Dragons are fire-made flesh. Rhaenyra knew her claim to the Iron Throne would be challenged, but not that it would lead to war. Nor did she expect the land to be ravaged and lose everyone she loved. When her half-brother feeds her to his dragon, she is ready to die; the pain in her heart is gone. But the Gods of Valyria offer Rhaenyra a choice: she can choose between living in eternal happiness or returning to the mortal realm for a second chance. The former means leaving the world at a tyrants' mercy and allowing the icy evil from the North to sweep over the land. The latter means preventing dragons' extinction and restoring House Targaryen. Rhaenyra knows her duty and chooses the second option but her mind is full of doubt. Can she do it? Can she stop the horrible civil war almost destroying her House and the Kingdom? Or is her death written in the pages of fate?

‘’We cut off the west, surround Kings Landing with the dragons, and we can have every green head mounted on spikes before the fucking moon turns.’’ Rhaenyra nodded, leaning over the table and looking at the pawns with determination, knowing full well that that it was time for her to rise, to prove to everyone that her father didn’t name her his rightful heir for nothing. ‘’An appropriate course of action, husband, but I would rather keep the green heads on their shoulders where they belong,’’ she smirked, ‘’after all, it would be such a waste, watching that beautiful face rot.’’ OR In which Rhaenyra and Daemon foresaw the Hightower usurpation coming from a mile away and took decided steps to end the war before it began, bridging the gap in House Targaryen in the oldest and peaceful way there ever was. Marriage. Her decision wasn’t entirely political, she had to admit that. Only she didn’t know how much her children were actually pleased by these turn of events.

House Targaryen hails from greatness, hails from an empire of oil and steel. This illicit and private family lives and dines in luxury. They are swathed in gold and every spotlight in New York. Rhaenyra wasn’t supposed to inherit anything. Not Dragonstone, not the estates, and not the very Targaryen name. Yet, she is crowned heir over the scarlet birthing bed of her mother. Enemies will spring out from the weeds, both new and old in a world built for betrayal. Her new title will divide the House, friends, family, and her own morality. The friend she loved would betray her, the father she needed would abandon her, and the uncle she shouldn’t desire would become her greatest shame.

It's easy for Rhaenyra to hate everyone.She hates her uncle Baelon for taking what is rightfully hers,She hates her incompetent cousin Viserys that is easily officially given second-in-line in succession only because he was born with a cock;She hates her grandfather, who was claimed to be a good and wise King, yet he overlooks her like she is nothing.She hated the court; those snakes that once praised her and called her the little queen now mock her as The Queen Who Never Was.It's easy for her to hate everyone, but she cannot hate Daemon. Her beloved little brother, her sweet Daemon. Rhaenyra as Daughter of Aemon Targaryen & Jocelyn BaratheonDaemon as Viserys' twin younger brother, the spare heir.

The sudden deaths of both Aemma and Viserys Targaryen leave Rhaenyra a drift in chaos upon the heir's tournament. Six months from being deemed of age, Rhaenyra must navigate raising her brother, Baelon, as the babe struggles to remain alive in the harsh world. The infant king's regent, Daemon Targaryen must in turn navigate the calls of Otto Hightower's accusation he is holding his niece hostage and that she is the true heir to the throne. While both must navigate life with the other.

A fix-it story in which Viserys makes a decision the night before the Vote at Harenhall in 101 AC and thus changes the course of history, yet Daemyra’s Aegon III and Viserys II still become his successors.