helaena targaryen

After a disastrous dinner, Aegon and Rhaenyra have a well-needed conversation. Edit: I am writing this fic simply for the fun of it. Arguments between team black and team green in the comments are kind of ruining this for me and will therefore be deleted!

On the day Aemond lost an eye, he was but thirteen namedays old, whilst his darling nephew was merely ten, yet there was blood on that sweet boy's hands. Rather than allowing such a thing to go unpunished, both Blacks and Greens suffer a lose that unites them. Whilst Criston Cole is banished from the crownlands for the entirety of his life and stripped of his titles, Lucerys is banished from King's Landing and Dragonstone until the king seems him worthy to return. Eight years later, Corlys returns with the prodigal son in tow. No one expected for Lucerys to grow into such a violent thing and neither did they expect for him to follow in his mother's footsteps and claim a Hightower as his best friend. But eight years is long. With war in his veins and blood staining his hands, Lucerys has changed. For better or for worse, Aemond does not know.

Aegon II Targaryen earned the chance to change the fate of his family and stop the Dance of the Dragons. The Gods of Old Valyria have very little faith in him with the exception of the one who created the Dragons in the first place. Now the only question is will he be able to do it? This is primarily a team green fanfic but besides a short few, it's also team black friendly

While the Targaryens are busy ruling Westeros, the smallfolk keep their draconic overlords fed, watered, and clothed. (A non-chronological anthology of servant/smallfolk POVs as they interact with the Targs.)

An A/O/B version of the Targaryen dynasty.