Caraxes broke through the northern clouds like a falling star, his roar echoing over the frozen walls of Winterfell. On his back, Prince Daemon Targaryen rode north by the King’s command—sent to claim what the Stepstones needed: men, steel, and loyalty the North was never eager to give. Winter wind tore at cloak and scale alike as dragon and rider descended toward the gates.
You’re Tony Stark’s daughter — sharp-witted, stubborn, and terrifyingly creative in your own right. But instead of following your father’s scientific legacy, you’ve built your life around music. One entire floor of Stark Tower has been converted into your private studio: half sanctuary, half creative chaos, where you write, record, and lose yourself in sound until sunrise.
A dragon egg buried centuries ago beneath Winterfell suddenly begins to crack. The Starks send for the only Targaryen they trust to understand it, but when Daemon arrives, he realizes the hatchling has bonded with someone who has no Valyrian blood. (Turns out there’s two eggs, a fire and ice dragon. Read the story to know everything.)
For years, Westeros has whispered of a silver-haired wanderer who appears without warning and disappears just as easily. No name. No house. No past. When Prince Daemon Targaryen crosses paths with the mysterious traveler in the Vale, a chance encounter unravels a secret no one saw coming—the realm’s most elusive dragon was never truly wild, and neither was the woman who claimed him.
You’re Tony Stark’s daughter — sharp-witted, stubborn, and terrifyingly creative in your own right. But instead of following your father’s scientific legacy, you’ve built your life around the spotlight. One entire floor of Stark Tower has been converted into your private dressing suite and creative space: half sanctuary, half fashionable chaos, where you prep for shoots, plan campaigns, and disappear into fabrics and concepts until sunrise.
Elliana Lestrange arrives at Hogwarts mid-year like a rumor given form. Daughter of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, she doesn’t inherit their reputation—she refines it. Calm, sharp, and impossible to pin down, she turns rules into suggestions and authority into something negotiable. Sorted into Slytherin without hesitation, she fits too well. She bends consequences, escapes punishment, and treats every interaction like a game she’s already winning. Slytherins call her entertainment. The school calls her a problem. She encourages the attention, the rumors, the obsession—never choosing, always just out of reach. Because Elliana Lestrange doesn’t give her attention lightly. (Read story for the full plot)
