tonight makes her grateful for the stark's subdued nature, for this one is nothing like she has ever seen. the saloon is crowded as the musicians play their tune, ushering people to dance to a number she is not one bit familiar with, while many other remain on the sidelines, always gathering with several other. she wants none of that. her presence will not be noticed, and logic says that neither shall her absence so a round is all that she will give tonight. she thought not to give words either, enjoying her quietude, but a woman speeaks and she has the coloring of the so called sovereign house of the realm — purple eyes and moonlit hair.
"hello," the wildling utters, then, though she does not attempt to bow her head; instead, her eyes dance between the cup in the princess' hand, to her beautiful eyes, to the nearest cupbearer. "arbor gold." she repeats. in winterfell, she had kept to ale only. this one looks even more like piss, but the woman takes a sip not to offend the princess. "it's my first time. i'm pleasantly surprised it doesn't taste like piss." she doesn't mean it to be a quip, but it may as well sound like it. "does it get you drunk easily?"
looking over the interesting woman, fire kissed hair and no obvious house ties, rhaenyra finds herself intrigued. her greatest passions lie in the knowledge of what else lurks among westeros and beyond the great sea as that was one thing most difficult for her to find. being a targaryen had set her fate in motion long ago and where she travels, even now without a concerning cause, is not chosen by herself. maybe one day she will take a page out of her sister's book and sail to essos but without a dragon, she's discovered how much of a hassle traveling has become. the princess nods at the drink and watches as the other takes a sip, unable to control the howling laughter that stumbles from her lips. " no, no piss taste. " she finally manages, wheezing out her last few chuckles. " easily in the way that arbor gold tastes good enough to have several drinks, yes, yet no so much in the burning your throat aspect... have you ever had rum ? "
open starter ! in the red keep hall, feast ( event 001 ) / @ironforged
an unique sight of softness peered from those blue eyes, often ridden in deception or rather a lingering anger, rohanne sought comfort for a mere instant in a dessert. a sweet concoction of sugar and berries robbed lady lannister of perceiving her company, rhaenyra targaryen, sister to their king. ❝ pardon me, my princess ❞ gentle fingers covered her rose lips as she swallowed any remnants of the dessert, easily rearranging a pristine figure, one dutifully crafted for court. ❝ these are delightful, the berries are so fresh ❞ it reminded rohanne of her childhood in casterly rock, tainted under targaryen bloodshed. ❝ i imagine you've been enjoying the feast, in spite the lack of your better half ❞ rhaegar, the man her father once pledged loyalty to, one that cost it his head.
the mistress of whisperers is one she often keeps her distance from, as if their proximity will always end in disaster for the princess. her silence is usually given out of respect for the lady's late father, a particular source of guilt that rhaenyra feels - even if she felt it right that if she lose her brother, those who did not do everything to help them should recieve their own penance. a million different outcomes, her heart sings, but she wonders how true that really is. she had only been interested in tarts and treats, not minding the lack of acknowledgement and had to remind herself not to audibly groan when rohanne spoke. " not to fret, my lady, i did not mean to interrupt, " truly, she wish she hadn't. her hands fold in front of her torso as she listens, blood draining from her face when her twin is mentioned. as if malfunctioning, she stands frozen, eyes chillingly locked on the lannister. an uncomfortable pause remains for a few seconds before rhaenyra snaps back to reality. " of course, a dream come true. " her words drip with sarcasm, as her dreams are never anything of the sort. she indulges mostly in daydreams, which at the moment consists of rohanne biting into a posioned berry tart. " how kind of you to show your presence on my nameday... here i was thinking you'd have better things to do. "
pale as milk glass, dawn, the greatsword, glimmered upon ashara's waist, a deep violet and thin dress entwined in a mysterious figure only a dayne possessed. features, however, remained cold, distant even of those festivities. the nameday of a princess she refused to recognize or respect, a rather wanton travel from dorne, yet one she swore to fulfill as a protector of house martell. ❝ princess… ❞ steps halted near a cupbearer, violet eyes lingering on the sight of rhaenyra, as this felt as perhaps the only characteristic they could recognize in one another. ❝ sadly i am not fond of the sweetest flavors, our reds are far more sour in dorne ❞ dark as blood, ashara graced herself under the influence of those occasionally at starfall. ❝ you seem rather lonely, reaching for a cupbearer instead of a dozen lieges longing to kiss your ass. ❞
the people of dorne are not pleased - a massive understatement, she realizes, knowing their attendance is not because of their love for targaryens. quite the opposite, rhaenyra suspects, though how much is to be discovered. a neutral non hostile relationship with the dornish is as much as she hopes to accomplish but there is one thing she admires most from those who have no stake in the game of court; honesty. she just hopes no one ruins her party, it would be so rude. glancing back at purple eyes that mimic her own, she nods at the woman's words and exclaims, " oh, i have enjoyed a dornish red before, another good choice ! " her lips press against her goblet, savoring each sip when her company's words turn sour. rhaenyra grins into her cup as she pulls the goblet back to her side. " is that what they say about me ? i enjoy having my arse kissed ? " tone purely curious, her small smile doesn't fade. " to set the record straight, i would much rather enjoy an evening with a cupbearer than any liege... preferably by myself, if possible... but when you are given a nameday celebration, it is rude not to attend. " if only it did not remind her of the absence of rhaegar.
open starter / with anyone (up to 6 different muns) on day one, during the evening's feast.
her heart pounds as the hall grows in number, the realization of the crowds of people among them setting in. she can feel her face grow warm and though what she desires most is to flee into the shadows, rhaenyra is frozen - if by her own choice or not stands unclear. eyes dart in desperation for a familiar face but sight eludes her. as if suddenly awoken from a deep slumber, she gasps and moves across the room. her attention is caught by none, finally pausing near a cupbearer who offers a drink. she accepts, holding the goblet tight in her hands before taking a sip. " oh, that's good, " rhaenyra mumbles to herself with a smile. from where she's looking at the floor, she spots a shoe beside her and peers up at them. " greetings, hello. have you had one of these yet ? " her hand lifts the goblet before clutching the cup back to her chest. " you should try them - i hear the wine is arbor gold. " her favorite, of course.
( targaryen a + jordan alexandra, cis woman, she/her. ) could that really be RHAENYRA TARGARYEN, the PRINCESS of WESTEROS entering the keep ? king’s landing is sure to benefit from the twenty nine year old’s ability to be persevering but beware, whispers also say they have been known to be melancholic. their loyalty belongs to HOUSE TARGARYEN and they support the ruling of house targaryen throughout westeros.
ONE - basic information.
full name: rhaenyra targaryen. preferred nickname: responds to both rhae or nyra, though prefers rhae. official title: princess of westeros/king's landing, previously queen regent for a time. monikers: the dragonless, the ten day queen - do not say these to rhae unless you are looking to get punched. age: twenty nine. gender + pronouns: cis woman + she/her. orientation: bisexual. true allegiance: fierce allegiance to house targaryen, more namely her siblings. spoken languages: fluent in high valyrian & the common tongue. religion: with her dreamer ability, the gods have always had a place in rhaenyra's heart. she used to serve the faith of the seven devotedly as a child, spending many mornings within the sept of rememberance. her faith became more private once the faith militant uprising began and the sept was taken over, a part of her crushed that it was destroyed by maegor. after her brother and dragon died, she started to despise the gods of the seven, converting back to the old gods of valyria - but rhaenyra has a new distaste for all gods and fate alike.
TWO - exterior.
looks like: jordan alexandra. eye color: a slightly indigo purple. hair color: her hair is naturally a silvery blonde, rivaling freshly fallen snow. dominant hand: right. height: 5'7" build: slim but toned muscle, especially noticeable with her biceps.
THREE - interior.
virtues: persevering, compassionate, valiant. vices: melancholic, withdrawn, vengeful. weapon of choice: though dark sister is in her possession, rhaenyra has hidden the sword away for now - she instead wields a dagger that has been fondly named wrath. moral alignment: chaotic good. hobbies: playing chess, horse riding, reading.
FOUR - connections.
parents: king aenys i targaryen † & queen regent/dowager alyssa velaryon. siblings: rhaegar †, daenys, vaegon & saera. birth order: second eldest. relationship status: widowed. children: none. pets: too many to list that are more pals than pets. other relations: house velaryon ( cousins ). past relations: house tbd ( late husband's family ).
FIVE - timeline.
in the year 28 ac, prince aenys and lady alyssa were blessed by the gods with not one child, but two. rhaegar and rhaenyra targaryen were named after their late grandmother, queen rhaenys, someone rhaenyra has always believed she would have loved dearly. the older twin was rhaegar and this was clear, with rhaenyra trailing behind his every step. she preferred to be the shadow with protection from responsibilities or learning to be a proper lady. between the two of them, rhaenyra was the shy one and rhaegar was the extrovert - yet they got along so well that as children, they had their own secret language that used to drive their parents mad.
rhaenyra has always had a big heart and loved showering people with affection. she has always had various pets (though she has only ever thought of them as companions); cats, dogs, birds, horses, lizards, any animal she came across she would care for in however way she could. her favorite, of course, were the dragons. when she was nine years old, in 37 ac, the same year her father had his coronation, she was presented with a dragon hatchling. rhaenyra bonded instantly with her dragon, who she named moonglow for her dark blue color and silver accents. three years later, she flew on moonglow for the first time.
she has always prioritized having a close-knit family, which up until a certain point, they were. aenys and alyssa loved their children and rhaenyra even traveled with her father occasionally. she doted on her siblings quite often, even naming saera and being the one to place dragon eggs within some of their cradles. the first person she ever let fly with her on moonglow was rhaegar and from time to time, would ask her siblings or close friends to join.
when her father passed away in 42 ac, there was no time to mourn. before she knew it, uncle maegor had shown up and his presence was feared - especially by her mother. the twins were instructed to leave that very evening, departing on a smaller rowboat as the sun had set. they stayed at inns and brothels for a fortnight until they could secretly reach the westerlands, where they began their long effort of collecting allies against maegor. house lannister was the first, and while they were granted guest right during their stay, the twins resided in different lodging once their ask for swordsmen was denied. they sought out houses who were loyal to rhaegar, including taking up residence in the reach for a time, and the twins would often split up to meet them. while maegor and visenya burned towns to the ground, rhaenyra and rhaegar spent their years nurturing alliances, sharpening their skills, and looking for an open window to steal back their dragons.
finally, in 47 ac, they made their move. with the help of several collaborators within the city, they successfully managed to infiltrate king's landing. rhaenyra reunited with moonglow and rhaegar claimed aenys' dragon. not having the strength to hold the throne, they flew to the westerlands where they gathered their forces, many of the great houses siding with them. the twins went in hopeful - they had the numbers, their dragons, and most of westeros had grown exhausted of maegor. to present day, rhaenyra does not know who betrayed their location to maegor, but vows to hang their head above her mantle should she ever discover them. perhaps it wouldn't have mattered if they fought in the skies or on land, perhaps their loss was always meant to be ... and in that time, her dreams had never been stronger. she remembers begging rhaegar to fly to essos with her, to forget westeros and join their family away from the destruction. he had spoken as if his words were scripted, " this is what i am meant to do, rhaenyra. " yes, she had thought, the gods agree. and when he fell from the sky, him and his dragon both, it was as if she was watching it from elsewhere for the hundredth time. when she joined him, the wind whipping through her silver curls, her eyes closed to embrace the end that did not come.
when rhaenyra finally awoke, she was in king's landing - the red keep, to be specific. though referred to as a ward of the king, she knew her new position: prisoner. for as long as allowed, she remained in bed, mourning the loss of rhaegar and moonglow, whose departure she had felt even before waking up. she did not hide her emotions whatsoever, always wearing a melancholic frown and clothing never containing color. the first time she opened her mouth was to give a guttural scream at one of her handmaids she had recognized from visenya's staff, outburst enough to scare the woman out of the room. there was little to keep her spirits up, though she often wished to see her mother and siblings again. rhaenyra stood upon the edge of madness, teetering back and forth day after day, dark thoughts swirling in her mind. had she been capable of doing anything but sulk, perhaps some would have suspected her hand in maegor dying upon the iron throne. when she received the news, she laughed. she wasted no time to raid his chambers and steal something of importance - blackfyre, an ancestral sword of house targaryen who rhaenyra could not see fall into another unworthy targaryen's hands again. in the ten days it took for her family to sail back to king's landing, rhaenyra was queen consort, even being referred to as the ten day queen by some. when her mother and siblings arrived, they were greeted by rhaenyra alone, smiling, holding blackfyre as an intention to gift the new king his very own sword.
not fond of court life anymore, rhaenyra did not stay in king's landing for very long. she desired to be anywhere but king's landing and would routinely travel to the westerlands and the reach, staying with houses who granted them guest right while maegor held the throne. those places still hold an incredibly deep meaning to rhaenyra after all these years, as they're the last places she spent with rhaegar before they lost him. she enjoyed being a guest of somewhere she had no expectations or hardships... up until her host would desire more than a guest and ask for something such as her hand in a betrothal or claiming a dragon of their own. even when hosts didn't ask, expectations were still implied or they feared her more than they could ever respect a targaryen. whatever the issue, rhaenyra has stopped traveling as much within the past few years, attempting to create a desired path at court that doesn't make her head spin. though sometimes she will joke it's because she seems to be cursed by the gods, she does not like when people take that seriously <3
though she has grown incredibly the last decade, a dark cloud seems to follow rhaenyra wherever she goes. she feels lost, feeling useless as a targaryen without a dragon and as a twin who no longer has a twin. her dreams have their moments of intensity, often causing irrelevant nonsense to tumble out from her lips at times, but she will try to explain the words away even if she herself does not understand them. rhaenyra is not happy that the whole of westeros will be arriving to celebrate her nameday, a day she already dreads, but already has her birthday wish in mind - to be given dragonstone. she wishes to travel somewhere she knows will host her well... and where else better than a home of her own ?
SIX - wanted.
her late husband's house - when rhaenyra was a ward of maegor, though it did not last more than a year, he wreaked a ton of havoc on her life. one of his decisions included betrothing rhaenyra to one of the houses who had shown their support for him early in his reign but a lesser house to shame rhaenyra further. they were married within a week and afterwards rarely seen in the same room together. this was evidence enough, rhaenyra thought, to prove their marriage had never been consummated - though before it could be finalized, her husband passed in a shipwreck. his family probably thinks she had something to do with his death but she genuinely didn't, the timing is just bad.
houses who supported rhaegar & rhaenyra while in the westerlands & the reach - the twins traveled quite a bit so it's possible rhaenyra met with these houses, rhaegar did, or both of them. it's implied these houses gave the twins guest right but up to individual houses if they did or didn't give men to fight in battle. rhaenyra returned to some of these houses after maegor died to not only extend her gratitude but be a guest of honor. it's also possible that while she was a guest they asked of something ( betrothal, something to do with the dragons, etc ) that she could not give them which could make relations not so pleasant anymore !
failed suitor(s) - whether offered themselves or from someone else, i'd love to have people who were "courting" rhaenyra for a time until for some reason, she decided to reject their offer. friendship could have grown in place or resentment still festers, to be plotted !
pen pals, riding partners, people she's traveled with, unlikely companions, past flings, let's plot !
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