Y/N is the only daughter of King Daeron II and his queen, Myriah Martell. She is, also, nearing an age where her continuing to be unwed is raising…questions. Most at court assume that it must have to do with the ambitions of her parents. Her mother is Dornish; perhaps, Queen Myriah is awaiting a suitable Dornish match to present itself for her only child. Others at court whisper that given the Princess’ bookish nature, and all the time she spends in the library, that she means to become a septa. None are correct. For the courtiers are not watching for the way Prince Baelor falls very, very still during such discussions, or the way Prince Maekar’s hand drifts to the hilt of his sword on instinct. Or: King Daeron II’s sons married for duty. His daughter refuses.
It is the end of Y/N’s third year, and she had done perfectly. Her grades are flawless, as is her conduct. That is quite a feat given her father, Sirius Black, has been on the run from a supposedly inescapable prison for much of her school term…and just now, Harry Potter (and his friends he’s dragged along) has made it his personal mission to convince the bookish Y/N that her father is not the madman she’s been told he is.
You have been attached to the Manhattan Newsboys in one form or another for near on a decade. Ever since Race found you outside a racetrack and brought you back to the Lodging House like a stray cat, you’ve been part of the chaos.
Time-travel, War of the Dragons fix-it fic. Or, Baelor hears talk of a maester with an interesting in healing past wrongs. He did not anticipate that meaning that he, his brother husband Maekar, and his sister wife Y/N, would be jolted back in time to just before the Dance of the Dragons. Their task, in order to return to their own time? Mend relationships between the Blacks and the Greens, and prevent bloodshed. Good luck!
History remembers the speeches, the battles, and the men who signed their names to a new nation. It does not remember the woman who could out-argue Alexander Hamilton before breakfast, steal his pen when he’d worked himself into exhaustion, or become the one place in the world that ever truly felt like home. From the first uncertain days of the Revolution to the triumphs, tragedies, and impossible work of building the United States, this is the story of Alexander Hamilton and Felicity Livingston—two brilliant, stubborn souls whose lives become hopelessly, irrevocably intertwined. Or: Alexander Hamilton falls in love. The American Revolution is still determined to make both of their lives as difficult as possible.