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࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ annabelle wallis, 38 , cisgendered woman , she / her. announcing the arrival of 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍, the 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 of 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋. whispers among the court name them to be both gregarious and dogmatic in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in travelling. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of scintillate gemstones quarried from the depths of castamere proud against moonbathed flesh , enticing waters lapping at the hem of yitish silks as tendrils of molten platinum tease in the breeze , fire forged and storm bound ; a widows watch and mournful yearning for beast not man . the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their loyalties truly lie with 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍𝐒 .

# 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 .

official name: rhaenys tarth née targaryen. nicknames: the jewel of castamere , the sapphire dragoness , lady moonfall. noble title: lady of castamere , lady of tarth , lady of the sapphire isle , lady of evenfall hall. date of birth: tbd. age: thirty 8. birthplace: tbd. home: castamere , westerlands ( formerly ) evenfall hall , tarth. nationality: westerosi. gender: cisgendered woman. pronouns: she / her. orientation: heterosexual. languages: common tongue , high valyrian , low valyrian . accent: westerland.

# 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 .

faceclaim: annabelle wallis. ethnicity: valyrian & westerosi. hair: platinum blonde akin to the glow of a full moon. eyes: pale violet. height: 5ft 8. build: ectomorph ; slender and elegant. scent: lavender and amber. dominant hand: right. allergies: n/a. scars: none distinctive. distinguishing features: large almond shape eyes , long moonlit tresses that fall to her lower back in well defined waves. clothing style: draws on popular stylings from her travels in essos , prefers lightweight fabrics usually in various shades of purple , pink , pale blue and gold . she is seldom without some form of statement jewellery , particularly adoring precious gems such as moonstone , diamonds , rubies and pearls .

# 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 .

label: the tempest. mbti: entj. enneagram: the achiever. element: fire. star sign: aires. temperament: sanguine. character inspirations: queen gorgo ( 300 ) , cleopatra , elizabeth woodville. deadly sin: greed. heavenly virtue: dilligence. godly parent: hera.

# 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 .

hobbies: collecting shells upon tarths sandy beaches , swimming in the sapphire lakes , soaring through the skies aback her dragon. religion: the seven formally , leaning more towards old gods. alliance: the targaryens. personal goals: to ensure the prosperity of her family and some other shenanigans probably. would they choose family or power? family ... probably .

# 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 .

parent one: lucerys targaryen. relationship: father. parent two: alys targaryen née marbrand. relationship: mother. spouse: baris tarth . relationship: husband. sibling: aerion targaryen. relationship: brother. sibling: maesella targaryen. relationship: sister. sibling: rhaegar targaryen. relationship: brother. offspring: utp tarth. relationship: adopted child , aged 22 . offspring: laena tarth , 16. relationship: adopted child. offspring: maegor & maegelle tarth. relationship: twin son and daughter , aged 7 .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄...

triggers : mentions of fertility issues , arranged marriages , traumatic childbirth , mental illness .

the bountiful mines of castamere lure the second child of lucerys and alys targaryen from her mothers womb ; a true dragon , of folkloric proportion , for what literary dragon can even resist such a hoard ? rhaenys they call her , for the queen who never was , so too shall she never be . a tragedy , for what a queen she should have been , but the bards seldom dabble in the tragedies of what could have been & so it will remain unwritten . her name a mere footnote within the annals of history . simply another daughter of the dragonlord dynasty with the same moonbathed hair and violet eyes , the last remaining vestiges of old valyria . but centuries have past since the fragile remnants travelled over the narrow sea aback three mighty beasts , their seed has taken root , the tendrils of their legacy saturated within the soil of westeros and beyond . to be a targaryen is no longer tantamount to godhood , but it is a prideful epithet all the same .

second born , she is spared the burden of heirship but that does not mean she's void of duty . they may not be born of the ruling line , but they still hold value , their name carries weight amongst the westerosi lords , ladies & lieges . for as long as memory serves , rhaenys is aware her future lies within the stormlands ; tarth to be exact . she is to be compensation of sorts , a conciliatory prize to house tarth for the sorry affair with the baratheons ruling lord & their beloved lady – she is a subtle to the stormkings reminder that the true crown is watching . her opinion matters little , her mournful departure from castamere , from her family , a small sacrifice willingly made to maintain peace .

life is not easy for the dragoness , though her days are filled with ease ; there is little for her lord husband to do whilst his father still draws breath , lesser still for herself , save for the making of heirs & even with that she falters . years flitter by & her womb remains barren , but they do not remain childless . the gods wreck a ship and bless her with her first child ; orphaned by the storm they are in want of a family and rhaenys is desperate for motherhood . laena finds them next and with their children at their side , they leave the sapphire isle in search of purpose .

essos is explored , alliances and trade deals are brokered , they are feted by magisters , princes and other ruling nobles – her family thrive & still there is an absence in her heart . there will be a price , the woman is quick to warn , but the dismissive wave of her hand encourages her onwards . it would not work , such things are tales of fantasy and nothing more . when she does not bleed the following month she deems it a fluke ; when her belly swells she blames it on the richness of pentoshi dishes . when she feels a kick , her heart stop still . her twins are born across the narrow see , in blood and sweat stained sheets ; her screams carrying upon the winds to the dragonpit of castamere , where her slumbering beast echoes its mistresses cries of agony . as dawn breaks , rhaenys barters with the stranger for more time ; there will be a price , the womans spectre whispers – but it won't be her , not that day at east .

there will be no more children with violet eyes and moonbathed hair , the maesters had informed her as much . that is my price , rhaenys thinks , wishes , preys . and in time she puts it to the back of her mind , her children flourish & that woman becomes nothing more than a fraud , an easy declaration to make , when distance is put between you . maegelle and maegor complete her family , but there is no ease to be had . they are sickly too frequently , the strain of her worry threatening to fracture all she holds dear . no expense is spared when it comes to finding remedies , it consumes her & she can become neglectful of all else she holds dear . her twins are needy and it is draining , paradoxically she seeks her distance from them and yet cannot abide their absence . this is the price , rhaella whispers , her sanity loosening with every sleepless night .

recent events at king's landing have only compounded her fears ; blood magic , they whisper , and her blood runs cold at every utterance . determined not to succumb to her price , rhaenys has travelled to highgarden in hopes of finding some peace amongst her kin and perhaps even finding some form of purpose .