#*daella

[targsource]

Queen Alysanne and her daughters

by zacckiell on twitter

(from left to right: Princess Saera, Princess Alyssa, Septa Maegelle, Princess Viserra, and Princess Daella)

[helaenas-bug-art]

This is so random but Alyssa Targaryen being named Alyssa is so funny to me for some reason considering her siblings names (I know she was named after her grandmother but it’s still funny to me)

[bbygirl-aemond]

bonus points if they're also described as being "shy" or "preferring the company of animals"

[writingsofwesteros]

[solariaheiress]

✦ || neteyam & daella : " we both know who my wife is. "

'' Aquele era um casamento político, feito a partir apenas de poder e desejo, de apenas uma parte. Daella era estúpida, uma mulher movida pela sede de poder, de dinheiro, mas também da má sorte de apaixonar-se pelo homem mais cruel dos três reinos. Guiada por seu pai, ela fez exatamente o que ele desejava, tornou-se Rainha, mas do que adiantava ser a Rainha, esposa e Mãe do reino, se ela não tinha o apreço do Rei? '' — Meistre Aemon '' Aquela garota nobre terá um nome, e no entanto, receberá menos que uma concubina. Nunca conhecerá um momento de carinho do homem ao qual está ligada. '' — Lady Alicent.

[fromsidereal]

Confrontation ✨

[fkaluis]

“daella’s death tore the heart out of the queen.”

[wweskywalker]

“Princess Daella, the next oldest, was delicate and shy. Easily frightened and quick to cry, she did not speak her first word until she was almost two, and even thereafter was tongue-tied more oft than not.”

[littlest-gemini]

House Targaryen: It’s a family thing

[manymanymirrors]

The Good Queen Alysanne with her daughters, Alyssa, Maegelle, Daella, Saera, Viserra, and Gael

[rottenfyre]

⸻ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ᴛ ʟ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴍ ʙ ⸻

Pairing: Dark Male Daella Targaryen x Fem Reader

Summary: Daelon had always been shy and timid, a shadow to his older sister, Y/N. His adoration for her only grew as he aged, becoming an obsession he could not shake. She should have found it pitiful, frustrating even—but instead, she discovered a twisted pleasure in the power she held over him.

Warning: Age gap, Targcest, Grey Reader, Genderbend characters.

Notes: English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

The Red Keep was unnervingly quiet that evening, save for the faint clinking of goblets in the Great Hall and the occasional flutter of wings from the rookery. Y/N strolled through the dimly lit corridors. She had just finished her evening routine, her gown flowing like shadows behind her as she ascended the staircase leading to her chambers.

Daelon was waiting, of course.

He always waited.

The younger prince sat outside her door, knees tucked under his chin, his silver hair a disheveled mess from where he’d anxiously run his hands through it. Upon seeing her approach, he scrambled to his feet, eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears. He looked like a chastened child caught stealing sweets, which only made the corner of her lips twitch with a faint smirk.

“Y/N,” he whispered, voice trembling as if saying her name too loudly might summon something terrible. His violet eyes were glassy, his hands clutching at each other nervously.

She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she tilted her head, letting her gaze rake over him in silence. He was smaller than most men his age, delicate like spun glass, as though he might shatter if she so much as raised her voice. It was fascinating how pathetic he looked, and even more fascinating how it made her pulse quicken just a little.

“What are you doing here, Daelon?” she asked, her voice steady and calm.

“I-I…” He trailed off, shifting on his feet like a boy caught in a storm. “I just wanted to see you. I—” He hesitated, and then, in a rush, blurted out, “I thought you might be lonely. Or cold. Or maybe… maybe you needed someone.”

Y/N crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “And you think you’re the someone I’d need?”

The poor boy visibly flinched, his cheeks flushing a deep red. He was already on the verge of tears, his lips trembling as he tried to stammer out a response. “I—I just thought… I only—” His voice cracked, and before she could stop herself, she laughed.

It wasn’t a mocking laugh, though he’d probably interpret it that way. No, it was genuine amusement at just how utterly pitiful he was. He was nineteen years old, a prince, and yet he looked like a lost puppy begging for scraps of her attention.

“Come inside,” she said, finally putting him out of his misery.

He practically tripped over himself in his haste to obey, his relief evident as he followed her into the room. Her chambers were dark and warm, the scent of burning candles and lavender filling the air. She gestured for him to sit, and he did so on the edge of her bed, his hands clasped tightly in his lap.

Y/N watched him for a moment, taking in every nervous movement, every shy glance he cast her way. He looked so breakable, so utterly weak. And yet, it thrilled her in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

“You’re trembling,” she said, stepping closer.

“I’m not,” he lied, though his shaking hands betrayed him.

She reached out, her fingers brushing his jaw as she tilted his face up to meet her gaze. He froze under her touch, his breath hitching audibly. His skin was warm, his lips parted slightly as though he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

“You’re always like this,” she murmured, her thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. “So soft. So scared. Do you ever stop crying, little brother?”

“I—I don’t cry all the time,” he protested weakly, though the tears gathering in his eyes told a different story.

Y/N smirked, her hand slipping to his chin, holding him in place. “You’re lying to me, Daelon. You’re terrible at it.”

He whimpered, a soft, pitiful sound that sent a thrill down her spine. He looked so helpless, so desperate for her approval. And the way he leaned into her touch, like a moth drawn to a flame, made her heart race with something dark and heady.

“Do you like this?” she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Daelon’s eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. “I—I don’t—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He swallowed hard, his breathing ragged as he nodded, ever so slightly.

“Good boy,” she murmured, and he shuddered under her praise, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Her grip on his chin tightened just enough to make him whimper again, and she leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You’re mine, Daelon. Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “Always.”

Y/N pulled back, studying his tear-streaked face with a mix of amusement and fascination. He was pathetic, yes, but he was her pathetic little brother. And there was something intoxicating about the way he looked at her, like she was his entire world.

“Good,” she said, releasing him. “Now, stop crying. You’re going to ruin your pretty face.”

Daelon sniffled, wiping at his tears with the sleeve of his tunic. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Don’t apologize, Daelon. I like you just the way you are.”

His breath hitched again, and she couldn’t help but smile. Yes, he was pathetic, but he was hers. And that was all that mattered.

@ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴꜰʏʀᴇ 2024. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

[targsource]

Princess Daella and Lord Rodrik Arryn

by lopatafour on twitter

[aeriondripflame]

jaehaerys the conciliator & his daughters

george r.r. martin, fire & blood. sigmund freud, totem and taboo (chapter iv). flowers in the attic: the origin (2022). giovanni gerolamo savoldo, tête de vieillard. johann hofman, leda and the swan. dacia mariani, dreams of clytemenstra. lolita (1997).

[bbygirl-aemond]

Your post about other Targ ladies as dragon dreamers just got me thinking: what if Daella was a dragon dreamer and nobody knew? Maybe hers were about the Dance/the further future--maybe she was even afraid of dragons because her granddaughter was burned alive by one???

she's super neurodivergent-coded so i absolutely agree! here's a list of things that make me think this btw:

she seemed childish and younger than her age

she was very shy and frightened of other people

she loved nature and flowers

she had some intellectual difficulties (reading comprehension)

she had memory problems

she was slow to learn to speak

most importantly imo, daella seemed to have an idea that her first and only pregnancy would kill her. she shot down any attempts at finding her a husband, and when forced to marry chose the oldest option and was very happy that he already had four children and wouldn't need more heirs. when rodrik got her pregnant anyways, she wrote to her mother asking her to visit for the birth because she was frightened, therefore ensuring alysanne would be by her side as she died.

[writingsofwesteros]

[ironlily1413]

Daella Targaryen and dragon ( Aemma Arryn’s mother)