a witch, a bard, a storyteller

The Dance was a war unlike any other ever fought in the long history of the Seven Kingdoms. Though armies marched and met in savage battle, much of the slaughter took place on water, and… especially… in the air, as dragon fought dragon with tooth and claw and flame. It was a war marked by stealth, murder, and betrayal as well, a war fought in shadows and stairwells, council chambers and castle yards with knives and lies and poison.

After her father defeated the Crabfeeder during the War for the Stepstones, Prince Daemon Targaryen was crowned King of the Narrow Sea and Naenyra was briefly proclaimed his heir and Princess of the Narrow Sea. In the following year, Daemon abdicated his rule over the Stepstones and, for a short period, reconciled with King Viserys, presenting his bastard daughter to court as well. When her father was exiled from the Red Keep once again, he abandoned her in the possession of his mistress Beth in Spicetown and did not return to see her for the next three years, until her mother passed away from illness in 119 AC. During the Dance of the Dragons, Naenyra fought for her cousin and stepmother Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen’s claim to the Iron Throne on the side of the Blacks, and was a member of Queen Rhaenyra’s council. She was a dragonrider who rode Sheepstealer.

Rules: post the first sentence of your latest 10 fanfics, then (attempt to) tag 10 people. @longsightmyth tagged me

"She pretended to read as he prepared." - The Duel, a fic for my Dune ttrpg character

"The endeavor of tracing the House Fyrebrew's origin is muddled by their humble beginnings." - Unnamed HOTD fic

"I'm going to be sick," threatened Tiphaine, her eyes darting from her aunt and cousin to the carriage door. - The Stag and the Dragon

"In the name of the Warrior, I charge you to be brave" - The Bloody Costrel

"His eyes were ever-set on hers." - Untitled Dune ttrpg fic

"It was too pleasant a day to be inside—at least, that’s what Edward thought as he pressed the hot iron once more to another seam, the hiss of steam rising in the air." - if we can count Agincourt historical fiction as fanfic, Bloodpoison

"There lays the ruins of an ancient fort, just north of Caer Ligualid." - The Marble Bones, some ruminations on Gisela's ties to Roman ruins in The Saxon Stories

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