𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄
───────────────
` ੈ˚ ★ Lizzie, 21, she/her, aquarius, writer, sometimes shitty video editor, actually autistic, expert on my hyperfixations.
───────────────
` ੈ˚ ★𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
Upon the discovery and claiming of a dragon, Rhaegar Targaryen takes Lyanna Stark as his second wife at the end of the year 281 after the Conquest, but few are happy with this arrangement.In the West, Tywin Lannister still plots to put his daughter on the throne.In Dorne, House Martell feels affronted by the new King's choice, believing it a slight against his first wife, Elia Martell {Second part to "The Dragon King"}
Daena Targaryen, daughter of Baelor, is everything her father wished her not to be. Like her cousin Aerion, the blood of the dragon runs thick in her.
“Alex, are you okay?” Harper touched her arm, making her nearly jump. The redhead stepped away slowly “Okay….What’s wrong?” “I’m late” she let out a shaky breath. Harper frowned. “You always are…” “No, Harper” Alex shook her head, tears stinging in her eyes “I’m late” Her best friend's face twisted in shock.
When her eyes opened, she found herself in an odd place, a strange place she had never been in before. Gloomy and dark, the air was heavy with rain, and the stone below her was damp, but Dany could not feel the cold. She was only in her violet silken nightgown, and though rain did fall, it did not feel cold in the slightest. She walked through the hall, splashing the water below her feet with giggles leaving her being. Looking up, the sky was dark and the moon shone so brightly it was the only light in that ruined hall. For it had been taken down, stones fell and others curved in the oddest of shapes, but it had been a castle once. Dany twirled, the skirts of her nightgown sticking to her skin, but she felt no cold and no fear. “Daenerys” the voice called. She knew that voice. It was the voice of the man who haunted her in her dreams. Of the man who was there, behind her. Slowly, Dany turned around to face him. Dark grey eyes, dark like a storm night, shone under the moonlight. At any moment she will wake from the dream and return to Astapor. “Who are you?” she dared to ask. The stranger blushed red at her question, and she noticed he wore breeches and a woolen shirt. He was not from Essos, though that much she could know just by how he pronounced her name.
───────────────
` ੈ˚ ★𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐂𝐒
𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
───────────────
` ੈ˚ ★𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦
#series:bloodlines tag
Or just check my TikTok account because apparently authors also need to be influencers or some bullshit.
───────────────
` ੈ˚ ★OTHERS
My YouTube Channel














