Hey guys! I started writing this fanfiction quite a long time ago, but only now have I decided to publish it. So if my style seems strange to you at first, please note that I wrote this almost two years ago, and I'm too lazy to edit it. If you are interested in intrigues, family squabbles, a love triangle, gray morality, magic, religious cults and the struggle for power, then welcome!
Chapters: 8/100
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Valyrian Characters (A Song of Ice and Fire), Valyrian Gods (A Song of Ice and Fire), Original Characters
Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Revenge, Blood and Torture, Dragons, Dark Magic, Blood Magic, Sex, Political Intrigue, Political Alliances, Targcest | Targaryen Incest (A Song of Ice and Fire), Uncle/Niece Incest, Murder Mystery, Angst, Rage, Marriage Contracts, Marriage of Convenience, Religious Cults, Religious Conflict, Religious Fanaticism, Mages, Swords & Sorcery, Angst and Drama, Drama & Romance, Malesub | Male Submissive Characters, Maledom, Older Man/Younger Woman, Old Gods of Valyria (A Song of Ice and Fire), Valyrian Magic (A Song of Ice and Fire), Valyrian Culture & Customs (A Song of Ice and Fire), Fourteen Flames of Valyria (A Song of Ice and Fire), Essos (A Song of Ice and Fire), The Doom of Valyria (A Song of Ice and Fire), Dragonriders & Dragonriding (A Song of Ice and Fire), Slavery, Pre-The Doom of Valyria (A Song of Ice and Fire), Polyamory
Summary:
"The song of Blood"
702 BC. The Valyrian Republic. The city of Tyria.
While the mighty dragon lords wage a bitter war against the Rhoynar, Cyssenia Valtarys β youngest daughter of an ancient house β braces herself for the inevitable: a brutal contest for power against her halfβbrother, upon their fatherβs death. She will have to weave perilous intrigues, forge secret alliances, and tread the knifeβs edge between betrayal and trust. Yet every move in this game of shadows exacts its toll β sacrifices are inescapable.