𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.

[rhaegels]

# 𝕽 𝐇 𝐀 𝐄 𝐆 𝐄 𝐋 𝐒 ―  an independent & selective roleplay blog for the prince, rhaegel targaryen, from grrm's ❛ the tales of dunk and egg ❜ and the hbo series ❛ a knight of the seven kingdoms ❜. combines book & show canon with heavy musings. rhaegel is a targaryen, inc*st may be mentioned on this blog ― please hardblock me if this is an issue. mutuals only. strictly 21+. sideblog to pennedby. peter. ( he / him, 30 yrs, aus )

𝕸𝖆𝖕 : the realm. the laws. the prince. the parley. the banners. the fealty.

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 : a sweetness touched by madness, failing to meet expectations, dreams and desires, being born under a bloody moon & ill stars, and a sickly innocence.

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rhaegel who wears increasingly puffier clothing to hide how thin and frail he is getting

[transfreddietrumper]

“i hate my siblings” rip to you but i would kill and die for my brother

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       𝕿𝐡𝐞  𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  rhaegel  since  his  conversation  with  his  father  and  ser  quentyn .  he  knew  it  was  coming  and  he  had  wanted  to  brace  himself  for  its  eventuality ,  but  he  had  been  unable  to  accept  the  reality  until  it  came  true .  he  had  wanted  to  be  as  bold  and  brave  as  baelor ,  to  one  day  ride  at  his  side  with  maekar  and ,  mayhaps ,  even  aerys  also  —  but  now ,  for  rhaegel ,  that  dream  would  only  ever  be  a  dream .

@theanvill :  ❛ when were you planning on telling me? ❜  —  morbid  curiosity  prompts

       he  did  not  know  how  to  tell  his  baby  brother ,  he  had  hoped  the  words  might  come  to  him  in  the  moment :  something  noble  and  inspiring ,  yet  humbled .  instead ,  he  relied  only  on  the  facts  for  nothing  else  seemed  right .  he  could  no  longer  keep  up  with  training ,  he  was  falling  behind  even  maekar  who  was  still  yet  to  become  a  squire .

❛ i'm telling you now, aren't i? ❜  he  asked ,  ❛ but, do you understand what this means? ❜

       a  hand  moved  up  to  touch  maekar’s  shoulder ,  a  gentle smile  at  his  lips ; he had hoped that  it  may  bring  excitement  to  his  younger  brother .  even  if  rhaegel  could  no  longer  work  towards  attaining  knighthood ,  that  did  not  mean  he  would  stop  his  training  entirely .  he  would  take  on  a  lesser  load ,  to  train  as  best  he  could  even  if  becoming  a  knight  was  not  feasible .  he  could  focus  on  other  studies ,  for  court  held  many  positions  and ,  truly ,  it  was  only  few  which  required being  a  knight .

❛ it means there is space enough for one more squire. ❜  he  said .  ❛ father insisted i not tell you this, but you are my brother, so i cannot keep it from you any longer. ser quentyn will take you on in my stead, to train you as his newest squire. would you like that? ❜

       it  had  been  rhaegel’s  idea .  he  had said  that he  would  only  step  down  if  it  meant  maekar  could  take  his  place ;  the  younger  boy  was  strong  enough  already ,  and  rhaegel  was  seldom  able  to  keep  up .  it  seemed  only a  fair  compromise ,  and  he  wanted  his  brother  to  find  the  successes  that  he  never  would .

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       𝕾𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐦𝐞𝐧  𝐦𝐚𝐲  𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐞  𝐦𝐚𝐝 ,  whilst  others  may  claim  him  to  be  obsessive .  rhaegel  did  not  tend  to  think  of  himself  as  either ,  though  could  at  least  admit  to  understanding  how  or  why  one  might  come  to  such  a  conclusion .  in  his  youth ,  he  had  taken  to  astronomy  and  learning  of  the  cosmos .  he  had  wanted  to  learn  of  why  the  gods  birthed  him  to  an  ill  moon ,  why  the  gods  had  taken  his  sanguine  humour  and  replaced  it  with  black  bile .  to  this  day ,  he  still  took  to  observing  the  stars  past  evenfall  and ,  on  occasion ,  even  he  did  not  know  if  he  was  still  searching  for  that  answer .

birthday starter for  @loreforged  (  ft .  daeron  ❛ the  drunken ❜  targaryen  )

       it  was  in  the  late  watches  past  midnight  that  rhaegel  had  found  his  nephew  in  a  battle  for  insomnia ;  it  appeared  his  nephew  to  be  losing ,  nodding  off  as  sleep  seemed  to  be  winning  the  battle .  rhaegel’s  own  tired  eyes  softened  on  daeron  as  he  moved  to  his  side ,  a  gentle  hand  at  his  shoulder .  he  could  neither  lift  nor  carry  him ,  for  he  could  seldom  carry  even  his own  youngest  as  the  days  continued ,  but  he  would  help  him  to  bed  if  he  could .

❛ come, daeron. ❜  his  voice  came  quietly ,  ❛ it is past time you retired for the eve. ❜

       he  could  feel  his  own  eyelids  growing  heavier ,  though  they  were  heavy  through  all  hours  night  and  day .  his  own  tiredness  no  longer  concerned  himself ,  it  had  not  for  a  great  many  years ,  but  seeing  it  so  on  his  nephew  now  had  tugged  at  a  heartstring  that  rhaegel  could  not  ignore .  it  was  no  fatigue  that  plagued  daeron  as  it  did  rhaegel ,  but  rhaegel  saw  in  daeron  a  black  bile  of  his  own .

[hammersanvil]

Though King Daeron was no warrior, two of his four sons seemed all that could be wished in a knight, lord, or heir. The eldest, Prince Baelor, won the name Breakspear at the age of seventeen, following his famous victory at Princess Daenerys's wedding tourney; he defeated Daemon Blackfyre in the final tilt. And his youngest son, Prince Maekar, seemed like to show a similar prowess. [...] the king had two other sons besides (though the realm was less certain about Aerys, bookish and obsessed with arcane matters, and Rhaegel, a sweet boy touched by madness).

The World of Ice & Fire

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       𝕿𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭  𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐚  𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 ,  and  returned  with  them  a  tale  of  infighting .  rhaegel  was  glad  to  have  stayed  in  the  capital ,  to  have  been  spared  witnessing  such  foolishness  over  a  quarreling  prince  and  hedge  knight .  the  more  he  learned  of  it ,  the  less  interest  he  held .  he  had  hoped ,  at  the  least ,  that  his  nephews  had  enjoyed  some  of  the  jousting  before  the  trial ,  yet  even  daeron’s  disappearance  with  aegon  had  interfered  with  that .

@hammerthe :  ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜  —  morbid  curiosity  prompts

       the  chamber  doors  had  been  left  ajar  for  the  maester  to  enter  freely  without  disturbing  the  crown  prince ,  and  so  allowed  for  rhaegel  to  slip  inside  and  observe  his  eldest brother .  baelor  had  taken  not  only  a  mace  to  the  head ,  but  a  mace  of  their  younger  brother  —  the  anvil .  there  did  not  seem  a  more  fierce  foe  than  maekar ,  and ,  gods  be  good ,  rhaegel  could  not  quite  understand  how  baelor  had  survived  it  at  all .  mayhaps  it  was  his  own  withering  body  knowing  how  easily  he  would  fall  in  baelor’s  place ,  but  he  had  thought  such  a  blow  might  kill  even  the  largest  and  strongest  of  warriors .

❛ long enough. ❜

       he  moved  further  inside  and  sat  on  the  armchair  opposite  his  brother  by  the  hearth .  rhaegel  had  always  felt  leagues  older  than  his  siblings ,  even  the  brothers  whom  were  his  elders .  as  he  sat  now ,  eyes  tracing  the  outlines  of  baelor  and  seeing  the  age  which  had  finally  touched  him ,  a  sadness  met  the  younger  of  the  two .  despite  being  the  elder ,  baelor  finally  seemed  of  an  age  with  rhaegel .  they  were  far  older  than  they  should  be .

❛ how are you faring? ❜  he  asked ,  ❛ it must ache, and you must rest. ❜

       rhaegel  knew  all  too  well  the  feeling  of  helplessness  at  being  told  one  must  only  rest .  it  seemed  only  yesterday  the  maesters  were  insisting  he  sit  at  the  sidelines  to  watch  his  brothers  tending  their  crafts ;  it  had  hurt  at  the  time ,  and  there  was  still  a  lingering  sting  to  it ,  but  he  knew  that  resting  was  what  had  been  best  for  him  then  —  just  as  rest  was  what  was  now  required  of  baelor .

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       𝕿𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐚𝐭  𝐨𝐧  𝐚  𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡  at  the  edge  of  the  training  yard .  he  had  joined  his  brothers  for  as  long  as  his  body  would  allow ,  but  it  seemed  each  day  that  time  was  growing  shorter  and  shorter .  his  breath  was  returning  to  him ,  though  his  body  still  felt  heavy .  he  had  never  been  as  bookish  as  aerys ,  but  even  aerys  could  swing  a  sword  for  the  duration  of  training ;  he ,  of  course ,  was  never  like  to  amount  to  a  great  swordsman ,  but  he  could  defend  himself  if  truly  needed .  it  seemed  rhaegel  was  amounting  to  even  less  than  that ,  and  he  could  sense  the  master–at–arms  knew  it  also .

@hammerthe :  ❛ you'd tell me if something was wrong, right? ❜  —  morbid curiosity prompts

       weary  and  deep  purple  eyes  shifted  from  maekar  and  aerys  with  their  tutor ,  to  baelor  who  was  now  at  his  side .  rhaegel  pressed  his  lips  together  firmly  as  his  eldest  brother  spoke ,  wondering  how  long  he  had  been  there  —  and  silently  praying  he  had  not  seen  too  much  of  his  longing .  rhaegel  did  not  often  wish  to  burden  his  eldest  brother ,  for  he  knew  he  had  a  great  many  more  things  to  learn  as  the  crown  prince .

❛ mm, yes, i suppose. ❜  there  was  a  long  pause  and  finally  a  breath ,  ❛ ser quentyn wishes to speak with me... and father. ❜

       his  eyes  immediately  shifted  from  baelor  towards  his  feet .  it  seemed  almost  easier  to  talk  to  baelor  if  he  pretended  he  wasn’t  there ;  it  could  almost  be  as  if  he  were  speaking  only  to  himself ,  and  not  burdening  his  eldest  brother .  the  leather  of  his  boots  wrinkled  as  he  tilted  his  feet  upwards  then  downwards  as  his  hands  found  the  seat  of  the  bench  and  gripped  it  tightly .  rhaegel  was  not  entirely  certain  if  he  was  holding  it  to  support  himself ,  or  if  he  simply  needed  something  tangible  to  hold  in  his  hands .

❛ it's been almost a year, and... i haven't gotten any better, at any of it. ❜  his  nails  dug  into  the  wood .  ❛ even maekar is better than me, and he's still only a page. ❜

       he  was  not  angry  with  maekar ,  even  though  his  words  may  have  suggested  otherwise .  rhaegel  adored  his  younger  brother ,  but  he  could  scarcely  hide  the  jealousy  that  came  with  watching  his  brother  achieve  what  he  could  not .  at  times ,  it  felt  a  poison  dagger  at  his  spleen ;  he  had  wanted  to  be  grateful  that  it  was  him  and  not  his  brothers with such an ailment ,  but  that  did  not  stop  his  longing  for  more .  he’d  had  dreams  and  aspirations  of  becoming  a  great  warrior  and  standing  by  his  brothers ,  riding  to  battle  on  great  warsteeds ,  and  wielding  maces  and  morning  stars  to  their  fierce  combatants .  each  day  at  the  yard ,  those  aspirations  seemed  to  be  slipping  further  from  his  fingers  —  he  could  scarcely  even  hold  on  to  a  dream .

[rhaegels]

tba.

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

give that to me! where did you find this?!

do you drink coffee or tea?

sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?

do you trust me enough to close your eyes?

when were you planning on telling me?

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?

can i convince you to stay the night?

do i look like someone who knows what that means?

would you consider giving me a second chance?

do you really think that's helpful right now?

would you mind showing me around?

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

can we ... go out and do something crazy?

why are we whispering?

who exactly are you, anyways?

can't we just be civil for a minute?

does the past ever keep you up at night?

if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?

how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?

did the power just go out?

are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?

how should we celebrate?

can we just ... start over?

why is this so important to you?

how was i supposed to know that?!

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

where are you? nobody's heard from you.

can you help me zip this up?

why do these things always happen to me?

you don't secretly hate me, right?

can i get you something to eat? –or drink?

ready to see what i've been working on?

where have you been disappearing off to?

what's that perfume you're wearing?

you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?

are you planning to stay for dinner?

did you think it was going to be easy?

you see where you went wrong, don't you?

when did we become so cold and distant?

who are you working for?

did you really do all of this for me?

can i open my eyes yet?

haven't you heard the stories?

[ name ], what are you doing here?

what's it gonna take for you to trust me?

do you believe people can change?

how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?

don't you remember what happened last time?

why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

you're [ name ], aren't you?

who did this to you?!

how did you know i'd be here?

what's that supposed to mean?

do you think i'm irredeemable?

what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!

do you see anything you like?

what do i owe you for the food?

why won't this stupid thing work?!

does tonight really have to end?

holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!

i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?

how long have you been standing there?

do you ever wish you could just ... run away?

haven't we been here before?

wait, shush ... did you hear that?

did i miss today's newsletter or something?

can we put our differences aside for a second?

what are you getting out of this, exactly?

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

are you willing to bet on it?

would you kill for me?

what made you think that was okay?!

do you believe people can change?

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye?

[ name ], can you sit up for me?

can i kiss you?

where are your keys? you're not driving like this.

how's life been treating you?

where have you been?!

aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?

aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?

where are you going with this?

are we really doing this right now?

have you eaten today?

can i crash here for the night?

how did you learn to lie so well?

can i at least buy you a drink?

where should i meet you?

is that  ...  blood?!

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

what’s your problem? you're acting weird.

[ name ], you're ... real, right?

where’s your sense of adventure?

do you like horror movies?

what are you trying to prove?

can you give me a ride?

do you have any idea what you've done?

shouldn't you answer that?

why should i be the one to calm down?

have you been up all night?

why are you lying to me?

is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?

what are you so afraid of?

do you want to grow old with me?

you’re gonna walk away from this?

are you nervous? your hands are shaking.

where am i supposed to go?

how many fingers am i holding up?

you want me to just walk away from this?

[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!

are you embarrassed of me?

what's that smell? something's burning.

how can i make it up to you?

why can't you stay out of it?

is this some kind of trick?

come on, what do you have to lose?

do you ever still think of me?

idiot. why didn't you tell me?!

can we stop and think about this rationally?

how long has it been since you’ve slept?

what's your ideal first date?

are you ready to tell me the truth?

i almost died, and you're laughing?

what do you mean, "sort of"?

can we just stay like this forever?

when can i see you again?

can we put this behind us?

oh ... you thought of me first?

where did you learn to do that?

oh my god,  are you bleeding?!

where are you?  nobody’s heard from you.

[ name ], are you drunk?

how can i make this go away?

someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?

are we safe here?

what can i do to convince you?

what could possibly go wrong?

you have no idea who i am, do you?

how do you really feel about me?

why can't you look me in the eyes?

did you know you talk in your sleep?

were you following me?

can we just pretend this never happened?

are you just barely getting home?

are you even listening to me right now?!

where does it hurt?  can you show me?

are you trying to get yourself killed?!

how about we just forget the world exists?

how long have you been keeping this from me?

were you ever going to tell me?

what do you make of this?

[ name ],  what the hell?!

can we just be honest with each other, here?

are you trying to keep me a secret?

why does your story keep changing?

how long have you known?

it can't be that bad, right?

are you happy? i mean, really happy?

isn't this place amazing?

did i interrupt something?

how am i supposed to trust you?

are they still following us?

are you fucking serious?

do you remember our first kiss?

can we take a break for a minute?

how about we disappear for awhile?

you're going to walk away from this?

can you please just cut the crap?!

why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

how can i make this go away?

can you just look at me, please?

is there anything i can do to change your mind?

do you ever stop talking?

that depends. are you done lying to me?

are you sure this is legal?

how do you take your coffee?

can you keep your voice down?

why does your phone keep buzzing?

[violaobanion]

ANEURIN BARNARD as RICHARD DUKE OF GLOUCESTER in THE WHITE QUEEN (2013), episode five

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                                                 𝕻𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝕽𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝕿𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

       𝕶𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐈 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐍𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 had four sons, among them was third born, Prince Rhaegel Targaryen. His hair was dark of colour, a thick and wavy texture, with a dark shade of purple eyes; he grew to share a physical likeness to richard iii ( aneurin barnard ) from the white queen, though with a much thinner and more frail frame. Rhaegel was born on the thirteenth night of the fifth moon in the year 175AC. The air was unusually cool and in its evening sky sat a full and red, bloody moon. As a babe, Rhaegel was quiet and rarely cried; his skin was pallor and pale, and his energies seemed even less apparent. The maesters alleged Rhaegel to be born to an ill moon which claimed his sanguine humours, replaced with melancholic humour.

       𝕬𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞, Rhaegel was presented with a gelded black riding pony whose mane and tail were lightly sun bleached. The pony's name grew to be ❛Po❜ as the babe learned his speech but could not yet pronounce the word pony. He learned to ride on Po until his seventh name day, wherein his parents gifted him a new and larger courser, a pale grey mare with a dark mane and tail. The horse was named Solstice, for Rhaegel had dreamed of a winter solstice in the evening prior. It was in his seventh year that he began training as a page to the master–at–arms, Ser Quentyn Ball.

       𝕭𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, Rhaegel travelled with his family to Dorne so that they may visit Queen Myriah's family. As a welcoming name day gift, Rhaegel received a pure black sand steed stallion which he named Rhovior. Although the journey was physically taxing on the third son, Rhaegel was promoted to squire for Ser Quentyn upon return to King's Landing. However, as the training grew more intense and the prince was displaying persistent fatigue, dizziness, and susceptibility to infection of even minor wounds, it was decided that his training would be reduced significantly. By his thirteenth name day, Rhaegel ceased his formal esquire training. Although he no longer trained as a squire, he still occasionally practiced amongst his brothers in the yard.

       𝕿𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 of retiring as a squire, Rhaegel was gifted a puppy for his thirteenth name day, which he named Knight. The puppy had been bred with the intention of providing companionship to the prince, but as it grew, it quickly learned to aid Rhaegel in his daily activities, such as fetching items or people and finding paths, particularly during busy periods or in new locations. Its breed is similar to the modern Bernese Mountain dog, and so its size also proved useful for Rhaegel when he needed to lean against something for rest due to his ongoing and worsening ailment. Even from birth, maesters worked healing salves, leeches, and various draughts and medicines to restore life in him, though his humours never seemed to find balance.

       𝕴𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, Rhaegel grew to take interest in the moon and stars of the night sky. Although not as bookish as his elder brother, Aerys, he began reading upon them all, drawing and painting the constellations in an attempt to understand why the red moon at his birth had claimed his sanguine humour. The maesters were unable to provide answer, and it is said that the flames of madness were sparked by his insistence to understand why the universe, its moon and stars had created him to be so sickly when none of his family had been so to his extent. Despite this growing obsession, Rhaegel remained kind and loving to his family, particularly to his younger brother, Maekar, who had suffered a pox. He could lament in the illness, having visited his younger brother despite being forbidden for his own health.

       𝕭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐥 had reached his twentieth year, his chronic ailment was only showing to worsen. He was growing increasingly frail, though he hid his true frame under puffy outfits which doubled as extra insulation due to frequent chills. Weakness and breathlessness had also become a significant part of his identity, and he became even more susceptible to infections of wounds and illness. Due to this, he rarely travelled outside King's Landing, and even ventures beyond the Red Keep seemed particularly taxing. Despite this, however, he maintained a kind albeit reserved attitude.

       𝕴𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, Knight passed peacefully in sleep at the foot of Rhaegel's bed. It is said the prince was inconsolable for many nights as the dog had grown to be part of him, working in service of the prince until its last day. With the passing of Knight, Rhaegel lost significant amounts of independence and turned to various concoctions to heal his inner hurts. This resulted in episodes of increased energy and lack of awareness, leading to events as being found roaming the Red Keep without clothing. His hurts were eventually healed when he was betrothed to and later married Lady Alys Arryn in his late twenties.

       𝕿𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 shared a particularly private and quiet life in the Red Keep, particularly as they brought to the realm three children: the twins, Aelor and Aelora; and their youngest, Daenora. Although still heavily affected by his ailment and piling grief with the loss of his father, Rhaegel was a gentle father whom tended his children as best he could. Before his fortieth name day, Rhaegel choked on a lamprey pie which maesters later suspected was due to severe muscular weakness. He was unable to be revived.

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𝕿𝐚𝐠 𝕯𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝟏: general

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                                                    𝕭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝕶𝐧𝐞𝐞

𝐒𝐊𝐔𝐋𝐋, 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘, 𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃 — starglade

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                                                𝕿𝐡𝐞 𝕷𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝕸𝐚𝐧

𝐌𝐔𝐍. my name is peter ( he / him ) , i’m 30 years old and from australia. my interactions are slow as i prefer to write in terms of quality, rather than quantity, but i am always accepting new threads & inboxes. for personal reasons, i have opted to create a muse compendium with sideblogs for each character.

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄. do not eat — as this blog is for rhaegel targaryen, there will be references to inc*st and inc*stuous acts. whilst i, the mun, do not agree with these types of relations or behaviours of any sort, this is a fictional roleplay blog for a targaryen, so you must be aware that this content may be present & untagged. if this bothers you then please feel free to hardblock me.

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