#daenya targaryen

[tiggyarts]

I've been playing Crusader Kings 3 Game of Thrones mod in my discord server, and for some reason I got real invested into one of my characters kids that isn't even the heir lol

(I just have a thing for asshole gingers lmao)

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Legacy of Fire (I)

Chapter One: Awakening

Summery: Rhaenys Targaryen learns of the truth

Warnings: Cursing, death by sword, death by fire, death by hanging, war, humiliation, betrayal, violence, use of the word bastard, incest, angst, fluff, burning, threatening, future smut, P in V, fingering, cunnilingus, scissoring, blowjob, handjob, anal sex, girl x girl, boy x girl, boy x boy, dragons

Word Count: 1,5K

Rhaenys Targaryen knelt beside the small cot where her elderly wet nurse lay, frail and gasping for breath. The chamber was dimly lit, the sunlight struggling to penetrate the heavy curtains that shielded them from the harsh Dornish sun. Rhaenys dipped a cloth in cool water and gently dabbed it against the wet nurse’s fevered forehead.

“Please, you must get better,” Rhaenys implored, her voice trembling with worry. “I cannot bear to lose you, especially now.”

The old woman’s eyes, once bright with life, gazed up at Rhaenys with a mixture of sadness and determination. “My lady,” she rasped, her voice barely audible, “there is something I must confess before I depart from this world.”

Rhaenys leaned closer, her heart heavy with anticipation and dread. “What is it? What troubles you, dear friend?”

The wet nurse’s chest heaved with a labored breath, and she clutched Rhaenys’ hand weakly. “You are not who you think you are.” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You are not Rhaenys Targaryen. You are…”

Rhaenys felt her pulse quicken as she waited for the revelation, her world hanging on the precipice of truth.

The wet nurse continued, her words a fragile thread of disclosure. “You are Jon Snow’s twin. Your true name…is Vaeloria”

Rhaenys’s heart seemed to stop as the weight of those words settled upon her. She couldn’t comprehend the magnitude of the secret her wet nurse had carried, a secret that had been buried in deceit for all her life.

“But why?” Rhaenys choked out, tears filling her violet eyes. “Why was this kept from me?”

The wet nurse’s grip on Rhaenys’ hand tightened, and she summoned the last of her strength to respond. “Your father, Rhaegar Targaryen, believed it was the only way to keep you safe. And your uncle, Eddard Stark, swore an oath to protect you both.”

The sands of Dorne whispered secrets, their shifting grains echoing tales of forgotten bloodlines and concealed destinies. Underneath the scorching sun, the coastal breeze carried the faint scent of salt and the distant promise of adventure. It was here, in this land of fierce beauty, that a young woman known as Rhaenys Targaryen began her journey.

As dawn painted the horizon in hues of pink and gold, Rhaenys stood atop the battlements of Sunspear, the ancient seat of House Martell. Her silver-gold hair cascaded like liquid fire down her back, and her violet eyes glistened with determination. She had awakened to a world forever changed, a world where her true identity as a Targaryen had been unveiled.

The revelation had been both a curse and a blessing. It had set her on a path she could not deny, a path fraught with secrets and treacherous ambitions. She knew that the road ahead would be perilous, but she was resolute in her purpose��to find her twin brother, Jon Snow, and to seek out the last living heir of House Targaryen, Daenerys, whose vision she believed in with unwavering conviction.

In her heart, a burning desire smoldered, a desire to fulfill the promise of fire and blood, and to continue the legacy of the Dragon. Her journey had begun, and it would take her across the Seven Kingdoms, through the treacherous landscapes of power and betrayal.

The world of Westeros awaited her, with its intrigues, rivalries, and hidden dangers. But Rhaenys Targaryen would not falter. She had awakened to her true self, and she was determined to shape her own destiny.

As Rhaenys gazed out over the shimmering waters of the Summer Sea, a sense of both excitement and foreboding coursed through her veins. The sprawling palace of Sunspear, with its sandstone towers and hidden courtyards, had been her home for as long as she could remember. But now, it felt like a gilded cage, its walls closing in on her.

She had learned much from her kind “uncle” Doran Martell, the ruler of Dorne, and her time in Sunspear had been one of safety and tutelage. Yet, the secrets that had been kept from her had become a weight too heavy to bear.

Rhaenys Targaryen stood in the lush gardens of Sunspear, wondering what her beloved uncle Oberyn would have thought of her if he were still alive this day after the revelation, the scent of blooming flowers mingling with the salt-tinged breeze from the nearby sea. The sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over the palace grounds. She was no longer the young girl known as Rhaenys, but the memory of her childhood with Oberyn Martell remained etched in her heart. Oberyn despised the Lannisters for what they did to his sister, he raised her to hate them as well but would he have hated her more if he knew she was one of the fruits of his sister’s husband’s betrayal? A result of what had caused the rebellion and eventually his sister’s death. The woman he raised her to love and care for even when she did not know thinking she was her true mother.

As she strolled along a cobblestone path, her mind wandered back to a simpler time. She had been a spirited child, her silver-gold hair flowing like a river of fire as she ran through the gardens. Her uncle Oberyn, the Red Viper, had been her playmate, his sharp wit and fierce determination a constant source of fascination.

One particular memory stood out—a day when Oberyn had taken her to the Water Gardens, a sanctuary of cascading fountains and crystal-clear pools. They had laughed together as they splashed in the water, carefree and oblivious to the weight of their names.

“Rhaenys,” Oberyn had called her, unaware of the secret that hid beneath the false name. “You have the spirit of a true Dornish woman. Fearless and untamed.”

She had grinned up at him, the innocence of childhood in her violet eyes. “Like you, Uncle.”

Oberyn had chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. “Yes, perhaps you take after your old uncle more than you know.”

In that moment, as they had shared their laughter and the warmth of the Dornish sun, the world had felt like a place of endless possibilities. The looming shadows of politics and secrets had been distant, and Rhaenys had reveled in the love and companionship of her family.

Now, as she walked those same paths, her uncle’s words echoed in her mind, and she couldn’t help but wonder how he would have reacted when he learned the truth of her identity. The thought weighed heavily on her, but she was determined to face the inevitable revelation with the same courage and spirit that had defined her as a child.

The memory of Oberyn, blissfully ignorant of her true heritage, remained a bittersweet reminder of the innocence she had lost. She would carry it with her as she embarked on her journey to reunite with Jon Snow, seek out Daenerys Targaryen, and rewrite her destiny in the ever-complicated world of Westeros.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Rhaenys descended from the battlements, her mind racing with plans and questions. How would she find Jon Snow, a brother she had never known? And what of Daenerys Targaryen, the last living ember of House Targaryen’s once-mighty flame? Could she convince the world that the Dragon must rise again?

Her first step led her to the chambers of her loyal confidante, the servant who had revealed the truth. There, she found the older woman with eyes red from weeping.

“Are you certain about this?” Rhaenys asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

The servant nodded. “I have no doubt, my lady. The blood of House Targaryen flows in your veins.”

Rhaenys’ resolve hardened. “Then it is time. I will begin my journey.”

With a heavy heart, the servant handed her a small, ornate chest. Inside lay a dragon pendant, a symbol of her true lineage. It was a reminder of the legacy she carried, a legacy she intended to honour. The other side of the had pendent a dire wolf was engraved, a dragon and wolf she was, a rare gem she was.

As she fastened the pendant around her neck, Rhaenys knew that the path she had chosen would be fraught with danger. She would be hunted by those who sought to extinguish her family’s name, and she would be tested in ways she could scarcely imagine.

But she was ready. With each step she took, the sands of Dorne whispered secrets of power and destiny, and she would follow their call.

The Dragon had awakened, and its fire would burn brighter than ever before.

As her wet nurse’s breathing grew shallower, Rhaenys felt a torrent of emotions—anger, confusion, and a burning desire for the truth. The revelations that had come to light had set her on an unexpected path, one that would lead her to confront her true identity and reshape her destiny.

As the wet nurse’s eyes closed for the final time, Rhaenys held her close, vowing to honour her memory and fulfil the legacy she had unknowingly carried all her life.

The Dragon had awakened, and with the weight of her true name, Vaeloria, Rhaenys would forge her own path in the world of Westeros.

[fyrebrandd]

helaena knew her sister was not doing so well around the time of their eldest brother's death. she would find her curled up in her sheets many early mornings after she returned from her excessive expenditure in flea bottoms. and the death seemed to only magnify daenya's lack of sound sleep. overtime the elder princess had managed to keep track of her sister's everchaning moods; while not (or ever) enough to predict it, it was a rough estimation and anticipation of potential sleepless nights.

helaena chewed on her inner cheeks at daenya's words. their eyes met, kindly and sweetly. but there was hesitation in helaena's as she mauled over her sister's request. certainly she would prefer her to sleep soundly instead for they were a rarity for her. but the festivities would be over before they knew it, one night would certainly do no harm. helaena reassured herself. and then an idea came to her. "well, what a coincidence! for i am looking for a companion."

she teased the information as if luring a cat with a feather quill. "it has been rather lonely for me to venture beyond the keep all by my lonesomeness. i wonder if anyone is brave enough to join me."

she sighed, exacerbated, with a hand over her cheek and a twinkle in her eyes directed pointed at her beautiful youthful sister.

DAENY NEAR WINCES AT THE TRUTH OF THE WORDS , HER EXPRESSION TIGHTENING MINUTELY AT THE THOUGHT . because it was true wasn't it ? their mother would be unhappy either way . no matter what they did or didn't do , it would very likely result in disapproval either way . no matter what daeny did it would result in disapproval either way . and yet for some reason she still found herself wanting the vindication of that approval anyways . why ? even she has no answer . perhaps it was some sort of masochism . it is the squeeze of helaena's hand that helps disperse the downcast thoughts , and it is as she meets her sister's eyes that daeny finds some of the tightness in her expression easing . " ... alright ." daenya agrees with a nod then , her smile growing as she squeezes helaena's hand in return . " we shall both root for the mysterious knight then ." it is then when daeny brightens a bit more genuinely , eager to say , " i am sure they will perform valiantly !" it's with a swallow that daeny shifts minutely closer to her elder sister then , knowing that such an act may incite disapproval from her mother or perhaps even onlookers and yet desiring the closeness all the same . it is a comfort to have helaena at her side . and as of late daeny was in greater need of comfort than she would strictly like to admit . but of course helaena somehow knew anyways . was she truly that obvious ? " i — " daeny swallows thickly once again . it is with eyes on their joint hands that she opens and closes her mouth before saying , " i was perhaps thinking of staying awake for the night ." daenya tries her best to brighten then despite the tiredness , her eyes meeting helaena's as she says , " it will only be for one night ! and i think it might be fun ." daeny nods decisively with the words as if such confidence could confidence not only helaena but perhaps herself . after all , it had perhaps been more than one night . but there were only a few nights before the festivities were over anyways . daeny could surely last that long . surely she could .

[chaosordoffl]

Some Valyrian/Targaryen/Velaryon names. No expertise here, simply following patterns to see what sounds and looks nice + canon sources and Valyrian dictionary plucks. In chrono & thought order.

Canon — Rhaenys, Rhaena, Rhaella, Rhaenyra, Rhaegel, Rhae, Rhaelle, Rhaegar (All Targ)

Derived — Rhaenion, Rhaenelle, Rhaenella, Rhaegor, Rhaegon, Aenyra, Rhaelion, Rhaenyx, Rhaelyx, Rhaenar, Rhaenyar, Rhaenel, Rhaelys, Rhaevel, Rhaevis, Rhaevys, Viserrhae, Rhaenya, Rhaenior, Rhaenor, Rhael, Rhaen, Rhaejel, Rhaeqan, Rhaellor, Rhaemon, Rhaemond, Rhaenyron, Rhaema

Canon — Aenar, Aegon, Aerys, Aelyx, Aerion, Aethan (1 Velaryon), Vaegon, Aenys, Aerea, Naerys, Aegor, Aelor, Aelora (Rest Targ)

Derived — Aegar, Aelon, Aelys, Aelar, Aelara, Aella, Aelinor, Aeral, Aeron, Aelion, Aegys, Aegal, Aelia, Naera, Naeron, Naerion, Naerelle, Naerella, Naerea, Aethal, Aethelle, Aethys, Aethion, Aethar, Aethial, Aenor, Aethor, Aerelle, Gaelyx, Aenyx, Aeryx, Baelyx, Aelial, Aeliar, Aelior, Vaegal, Vaegor, Vaegar, Vaelior, Vaelor, Aerial, Aeriel, Aelan, Aevys, Aevelle, Aevella, Haelyx, Haelian, Aenir, Haethan, Haelan, Haelor, Aekor, Haeral

Canon — Gaemon (T), Daemion (T & V), Daemon (V & T), Aemon (T), Aemma (T [Andal?]), Vaemond (V), Aemond (T), Daeron (V later T)

Derived — Daemyra, Daemys, Daemyn, Daemelle, Daema, Gaemar, Daerelle, Daerion, Aemys, Aemar, Aemor, Aemir, Aemira, Aemara, Aemora, Daemor, Daemora, Vaemon, Gaema, Gaemond, Gaemyn, Gaemion, Aemion, Gaemor, Aemior, Aemyn, Aemin, Aerona, Aemona, Aemia, Aeman, Aemal, Aemelle, Gaemia, Aemol, Aemil, Aemila, Aemilon, Aemilor, Aeminor, Daemyron, Daeminor, Haemon, Naemon, Haemia, Naema, Haemal, Haemar, Naemior, Naemor, Daemian

Canon — Daenys, Daenerys, Daella, Daenaera (1 V), Daena, Daenora (Rest T)

Derived — Daenyra, Daenar, Daenor, Daenelle, Daenal, Daen, Nerys, Naera, Daenir, Daenyx, Daeryx, Daerys, Daera, Daerya, Daenya, Daenyron, Daenorion, Norion, Daenyrion, Daenarion, Daenaeron, Daellar, Daelar, Daelon, Daelor, Daelan, Daelana, Daelanys, Daelenys, Daelyn, Aenaera

Canon — Maegon, Maegor, Maegelle, Maelor, Maekar (All T)

Derived — Maegar, Maela, Maelys, Maegys, Maegera, Maegara, Maegerys, Maegal, Maegyn, Maegan, Maekor, Maekaera, Maegaera, Maegaela, Maekion, Maelyra, Maegyra, Maelara, Maelar

Canon — Elaena (T), Valaena, Laena, Laenor (3 V), Helaena (T)

Derived — Laenys, Laenyra, Laenar, Laenelle, Helaenys, Elaenor, Elaenys, Laenion, Laenir, Laenyx, Elaenar, Laenora, Haena, Vaena, Alaena, Haela, Norys, Alaenys, Vaenys, Galaena

Canon — Visenya, Viserys, Viserra (T)

Derived — Viserya, Visenys, Senys, Saenys, Saenya, Saenar, Saenelle, Saenyelle, Saenyella, Serya, Serra, Serys, Saenir, Saenyx, Saenor, Viselya, Senial, Serial, Saerial, Visellan, Visarys, Visenna, Virenna

Canon — Baelon, Baela, Baelor, Balerion (Blackfyre), Valerion (Rest T)

Derived — Baelys, Baelar, Bael, Baelir, Alerion, Aleria, Aelir, Valeria, Valerys

Canon — Jaehaerys (T), Jacaerys (V), Lucerys (V), Jaehaera (T)

Derived — Lucerra, Lucerion, Jaehaerion, Jaerion, Lucerya, Jacaera, Jaena, Jaenelle, Jaecelle, Jaesir, Jaekar, Jaeron, Jaela, Jaelon, Jaelor, Jaerys, Haerys, Haera, Kael, Kaecion, Kaeciel, Kaecelle, Kaerys, Kaerion, Kaeriel, Lucarys, Jaeca, Nicerys, Nicaerys, Hecaerys, Nicerion, Hicaerys, Niceria, Nicae, Lucarya, Lucaenys, Lucaena, Nocorys

Canon — Lianna, Larissa (V [Andal? First Men?]), Alarra (FM [Massey]), Alyssa (V & T [Andal? FM?]), Alysanne (T)

Derived — Alysor, Lianys, Lianor, Sianna, Amanna, Alanna, Noranna, Narra, Nyssa, Anyssa, Alarya, Asenna, Norissa, Irenna, Orissa, Lysarra, Lisarra, Aranna

Canon — Valarr, Vaella (T)

Derived — Vaelys, Valarys, Alarys, Alarya, Valarya, Valarra, Vaellan

Canon — Gael, Saera, Shaera (T)

Derived — Saerys, Gaelys, Gaelor, Gaelon, Gaelion, Saerion, Shaerys, Shaerial, Shaerelle, Shaelle, Shael, Shaelys, Saevys, Shaerion, Gaela, Shaela, Shaehaera

Canon — Corwyn (V [Andal?]), Corlys (V)

Derived — Corla, Corlia, Corlaenys, Cora, Corys, Corlenys, Corlea, Corlae, Corvan, Corvana, Corvys

Malentine

Rhogar(/Rogar?/Rogare? [FM? HV?])

Monford

Monterys (All V)

Derived — Terys, Teraea, Taeraea, Taerion, Monys, Monerys, Montys, Rhogel, Malentys, Malenta, Monterion, Monterra, Mona, Monae, Monarra, Malentina, Lentys, Lenta, Lenya, Taenys, Taena, Alentys, Malya, Malys, Malea, Malena, Malenna, Malaena, Amalla, Alenna, Marissa, Monassa, Monessa, Monerra, Mosarra, Malarra, Malenys, Amarys, Mantys, Malta, Maltys, Maltine, Maltina, Amalta, Amaltine, Alta, Altys, Altarra, Maltar, Maltarys, Marion, Maltior, Malerion, Mornys, Mortys, Morton, Omorr, Omon, Malenion, Malenior, Almys, Monissa, Montissa, Montessa, Omona, Omorra, Maltion, Malton, Almont, Almae, Maltorra, Torys, Garys, Garla, Galtys, Torrine, Tarine, Maltarine, Maltarra, Almerra, Almarra, Almorra, Alterra, Lamina, Monta, Monte, Montae, Taera, Taerine, Taerin, Taerys, Manta, Almina, Almine, Rhonal, Rhonior, Rhomys, Almar, Malar, Malarr, Malarys, Almarys, Maline, Rhomalt, Rhomion, Rhomior, Rhomia, Rhoma, Rhoton, Rhomine, Rhomal, Rhogal, Rhomina, Rhomon, Rhomar, Rhomorr, Almassa, Rhomys, Rhomyn, Torial, Malial, Rhovys, Rhowyn, Matarra, Atarra, Rhomond, Rhomorra, Tormon

Matarys (T)

Derived — Matarya, Matara, Matys, Tarys, Tarya, Atara, Atarys, Tarial, Tarhael, Matarr

Canon — Orys, Borys, Orryn (Baratheon)

Derived — Orial, Ora, Orya, Orra, Borya, Boria, Boryl, Orelle, Orianne, Orael, Orrael, Orhael, Borion, Orion, Bora, Orian, Oryal, Oryas, Orias, Orios, Oryos, Rys, Ryssa, Ryssal, Orlisse, Rysla, Ryn, Rynel, Rynella, Boryn, Borryn, Rynal, Dorys, Orella, Dorella, Oryl, Orgillac, Orgyll, Borella, Borylla, Bolia, Bolas, Orlas, Ollyn, Olys, Olya, Orianna, Lorys

Bonus: Argellys

Canon — Maelys, Haegon, Aeryn, Calla, Rhalla, Shaena (Blackfyre)

Canon non-Westerosi Valyrians:

Jaenara Belaerys, Aurion

Canon Dragons:

Urrax, Terrax, Balerion, Vhagar, Meraxes, Vermithor, Caraxes, Meleys, Syrax, Vermax, Arrax, Tyraxes, Tessarion, Shrykos, Morghul, Viserion, Rhaegal

Unknown — Gaelithox?, Aegarax?

Original & HV Derived (some more suitable for dragons) — Aelsior, Qaelys, Qylys, Vhenys, Vhenya, Vhinyae, Vhanir, Vaenir, Vaenyx, Baelykos, Lykael, Lykaera, Raqael, Raqel, Raqys, Raqyssa, Raqissa, Raqar, Raqir, Raqor, Raqora, Raqior, Kionar, Malkion, Malkios, Vhaltir, Malkior, Vaedys, Vaedar, Elenys, Elenia, Elēnar, Elenarys, Elenarya, Elenara, Kostys, Kostir, Kostior, Pelarys, Pelonia, Pelonys, Eledrae, Eledrys, Eledryn, Peria, Perza, Perzys, Zysa, Amisor, Amisa, Aexior/Aeksior, Aexion/Aeksion, Raenion, Raenior, Qana, Qanys, Qantys, Ēbrior, Ēbrion, Ēbria, Jelmys, Jelmarys, Jelmazys, Jelissa, Tessarys, Tessara, Tessarae, Dessan, Dessenae, Hārys, Tōmarr, Tōmarys, Tōmasyn, Tessarax, Syrion, Syriel, Jēdarys, Jēdaria, Jorrael, Trēzos, Elilla, Vāedarys, Ōrbēdenos

Possible High Valyrian roots for names:

Rhaen — to; meet, find, encounter, discover

Bael — to help, to aid, to assist

Jael — to want, to wish/to store, to house

Jaelarys — hope (possible name)

[leclercsfilm]

dragon blood runs thick

summary; everyone knew what would happened

im idiot, enjoy. i need to improve my spelling and my vocabulary so i started this side blog in order to achive at least something with my knowledge of this language or to fix my mistakes which, of course i have lots. english is not my first language. i had this piece in my drafts for so long that i know probably no one is as smitten with daemon as they were when the series arrived.

"You are still so cold" - Daemon mumbled.

They were curled up on a bed, trying to get some rest after eventful night.

"Then come closer. Warm me up" - she challenged him.

He turned around and faced her front while grabbing her arms to push her closer to him. Her head was on his chest while he stroked her back when she finally found the courage.

"I was with master this morning."

"Are you not feeling well?" Daemon's hand left her back, now grabbing her cheeks.

"I was...Not feeling very well for the past week. Expecially in the morning. He told me that it's nothing to worry about. He actually told me to be happy. I'm with child." looking up to Daemon, she wished for some affirmation. She's been nervous all day and pacing the whole castle.

"I am to be a father?" - he questioned.

"We are going to have child." - she repeated

Daemon kissed her cheeks, her lips, her hands. Finally, he'd been given a purpose. He'll give his dragonfly everything. He already had a few Targaryen names for the baby. Alyssa. Just like his mother. And Baelon. Just like his father.

"If it is a girl, I want to name her Daena. Or Daenya. I want to name her after you." - she softly declared her wish. She wants to look at her child and then to see Daemon in him.

"Oh... You are just perfect..." - he pinched her cheek. "I, on other hand want her to be Alyssa."

"We can name our other daughter Daenya. But this one can be Alyssa." - she promised

"Other? You plan on more? What if it is a son?"

"Maybe after your father or brother."

He couldn't wait to choose a dragon egg for his little dragon.

.

Daemon was standing near the iron chair. He wanted to talk to Viserys about Stepstones. His older brother seemed to be uninterested about defending their best interests.

Lord Corlys already gave up on a help of the king. He and his love, Princess Rhaenys, decided to began a war. Open war against the danger that lurked on Stepstones.

Daemon while waiting for Viserys made up his mind about war. He is going to defeat the Crab King. He was already annoyed about dramatic situation with Lord Corlys and King.

Slowly walking out of the throne room, he spotted his wife's brother. He wasn't alone. Beside him was Otto Hightower. Her brother's loyalty was long forgotten. Daemon took his sister as a wife even if their House wasn't so noble. Even if she wasn't Valyrian. Viserys was obsessed with making a peace with Westerosi houses.

They weren't deserving of a Valyrian prince.

Yet, Daemon married her.

He already told his wife about Otto and her brother. They were plotting against Daemon. He told her. She wasn't surprised. Her brother was ambitious idiot with no political knowledge. But he got lucky to marry his sister to a prince.

He walked to the Dragon Pit, in order to see his companion, Caraxes. His dragon was excited for a ride that Daemon had promised long time ago. With his pregnant wife, Daemon couldn't really spend that much amount of time with his dragon. He tried to help, watch and protect her as much as possible. His own mother died after giving birth to his younger brother. He didn't wished that upon his wife.

When ride was over, and Caraxes was safe in Dragon Pit, he rushed over to the castle. He really didn't want to be out of castle for that much, but his wife assured him to go and spend some time with Caraxes. His red boy.

"My prince." - master stood in front of his chamber.

"Where are the guards?" - Daemon realised that something indeed had happened.

"Your lady wife began her labor. " - master whispered

Daemon stopped. Surely master is lying. It was not the time for her to give birth. It's early.

"It's early! How is it possible? Let me in." - Daemon opened the door.

Passing through the door, he saw his wife in the middle of the bed. Everyone was around her trying to save her. The little dragon rushed. He shouldn't. There is no way his little dragonfly could survive this.

"You must breathe... Continue pushing my lady."

"Daemon." - his wife softly said.

"My love..."- Daemon offered his hand to her. One was holding hers while other moved her hair out of way.

"You shouldn't be here."

"I will be here. It's going to be alright." - he hushed her

Just when she tried to say, another contraction hit. She screamed in such pain that probably whole castle heard.

"It's almost here. Keep pushing." - master informed

After five minutes, the child was born.

It was undeveloped, deformed girl with wings. It was rushed. She should be carrying her for little longer.

Daemon saw that she was fighting for her conscience. He looked at master only for him to hide the child.

"Where is our child?"

"My prince... Please... You should already know what it is." master looked away

Master came to her and began cleaning her and trying to stop blood.

She was tired and on a edge of a sleep.

"Where is my child? Is she dead? Let me see her"

Daemon looked at her. It was a girl. She was small, bloody. Undeveloped, weak thing. Turning her, he saw little wing poking out of her back.

"Dragon blood runs thick. You'll have another child. Children. You both are still young. There is still time."

With all this glory, about dragons, fire, riding, bravery. Here, on childbed, you've come to see the real battle of dragons.

"Daemon, where is our baby?" - she was trying to get someone at least to answer her.

He looked at her, coming closer to bed.

"She is gone. She didn't have a chance. Are you alright? Is she still bleeding?- Daemon asked master

"Let me see her." - she begged

"Daemon please"

"Daemon."

-

[fyrebrandd]

closed starter ft. vaelora targaryen (@crcwninferncs) location: vaelora’s chambers

helaena stood rooted at vaelora’s door for an oddly uncomfortable amount of time. the two queensguards on duty had leaned in to ask if she required their assistance or would like them to announce her arrival, only to be turned down and told to wait. eventually, it was helaena’s shaky hand that pushed the door itself and she cracked the door just enough to slip herself right in. no decorum, no frivolity of titles and station. she just wanted to talk to her sister.

“my apologies, vaelora, i know i came so late,” she started, regret hanging thick in her breaths. but alas she feared there was never an appropriate time for their impending conversation. gingerly the younger princess inched toward where vaelora was and situated herself (un)comfortably. "vaelora, we both know mother will never tell me anything. and i am———vaelora, what happened the other evening with vaegon and our cousin? he has not been himself... and he refuses to reveal the truth to me and daenya. but he fears disappointing you, and he is scared, vaelora."

[prodixal]

@ironlamb | daenya targaryen

He looked for her in the crowd, then the tunnels, then the Keep. He climbed up to her chambers, then searched the kitchen, the stables, and all the places he hoped she might be. Failure to find her stirred awake a sense of worry, his mind pulling forth the memories of her burden. To see death, to feel it -- he knew, should he stay within the confines of his chambers, he would not welcome any sleep. Hesitantly, after a long moment of pacing and uncertainty, he packed up a small bag, put on a coat to shield him from the harshness of the night cold, and he set off to the meadow by the river where they agreed to meet. And he sat there, in darkness, in silence, awaiting dawn -- until the sound of broken twigs, a warning of the steps approaching, pulled him out of thought. "Daeny?" he's up on his feet, eyes adjusting, and a sense of relief washes over him as she steps closer. Without hesitation, or any reservation, he will pull her against his chest. "I tried to find you --" he holds her for a moment still, before pulling away. One arm resting over her shoulder, as the other cupped her face and he leaned lower to face her against the dark. "What happened?"

[crcwninferncs]

The Red Keep had always been a place of whispers and shadows, but now it felt hollowed out, stripped of its life. War, though it had not yet reached their gates, had already gripped their home. Its weight pressed upon every soul within, a suffocating presence that crept into corners and clung to the air like a ghost. Anxiety moved through the halls like a restless spirit, and despair seemed to seep into the stone itself. Vaelora could feel it. She could feel it in her bones. The letters spread across her desk should have brought her solace. Nobles pledging their banners to the Targaryens—a testament to their unwavering belief in the blood of the dragon. But with every word of loyalty, every promise of men and swords, Vaelora couldn’t shake the gnawing thought of what those promises would cost. How many lives would be extinguished for the sake of their house? How many families torn asunder for a war that felt inevitable but still wholly tragic? Her quill hovered over parchment, the ink threatening to spill when the doors to her chambers burst open with a force that made her flinch. She looked up sharply, her heart leaping to her throat. There stood Visenya, her mother, but not as Vaelora had ever wished to see her. The Queen’s eyes were bloodshot, her hair wild, her face carved with grief. "YOU!" Visenya's voice tore through the air, raw and thunderous, as she stormed across the room. Vaelora barely had time to react before her mother’s hands slammed against the oak desk, rattling the quills and inkpots. “This is your fault!” Visenya’s finger jabbed toward her, her words slicing deeper than any blade. Vaelora froze, her mind scrambling for meaning, her chest tightening with dread. “Mother, what’s happened?” she managed, though her voice was barely more than a whisper. “You were supposed to take care of them!” Visenya’s voice broke, trembling with rage and anguish as she grabbed Vaelora’s collar, tugging her forward with a ferocity that belied her usual regal demeanor. Vaelora stood shakily, her hands instinctively reaching out to steady her mother. “Tell me what’s happened!” Visenya’s composure shattered before Vaelora’s eyes, crumbling like a fragile facade. “Daeny has fled with that Northern boy,” she rasped, her words cracking as tears streaked down her face. “And Helaena…” Her voice broke entirely as she clutched her daughter tighter. “Helaena has been taken by the Greyjoys.” The words hit Vaelora like a battering ram, stealing the breath from her lungs. She could hear the blood pounding in her ears as her mother’s grip on her collar tightened. “You are the heir,” Visenya spat, her voice a mix of fury and desperation. “You are their eldest sister! You have failed them!” The accusation pierced Vaelora deeper than she thought possible. Her chest heaved, her mind racing as guilt clawed at her insides. “Mother, I—” she started, but the words died on her tongue. Visenya’s trembling hands cupped Vaelora’s face, her nails biting into her skin. Her tears dripped onto Vaelora’s cheeks as her voice dropped to a venomous whisper. “You are a stain on this family,” she hissed, her grief now a weapon. “I should have never made you heir. You failed Maegor, and now you fail them. You fail all of us.” Vaelora’s vision blurred as her mother’s words settled like stones in her stomach, each one heavier than the last. “Find them,” Visenya commanded, her voice hollow with pain. “Trade yourself if you must. Do whatever it takes. Bring them home. Both of them.” The Queen released her, stepping back as if repelled by her very presence. Vaelora stood rooted to the spot, her mind a storm of anguish and determination. She wanted to scream, to cry, to beg for her mother’s forgiveness, but none of that would matter. None of it would bring her sisters back. With a heavy heart, Vaelora swore silently to herself. She would not fail again. Whatever it cost, she would bring Helaena and Daenya home. Or she would die trying.

[sprlngsong]

( hannah dodd , twenty five , cis woman , she / her ) : ANNOUNCING !! lady naerys of house celtigar hailing from claw isle. they are known to be + studious , + supportive but also, - idealistic , - guileless across the realm. there are faint whispers that they support house targaryen alongside their house.

naerys was born with a golden heart but a weak constitution. as a child, she'd take in any strays around the keep and cry until the maester told her how to care for them; she took them as her companion when she felt lonely.

her softness only grew as she did. she kept herself away from reality and devoured books and scrolls; she loved stories and songs about love and courage. but she also began to be interested about mechanics, science and sailing. she's got a quick head for numbers and enjoys nautical calculations, though she was too faint hearted as a child to learn how to properly sail.

her constitution did grow sturdier, but "the damage was done", and she never quite took to athletic matters, despite her enjoying animals and horses. to improve her further, before passing, her parents chose to send her to be a lady in waiting and be good company to one of her cousins, daenya. the court is yet to corrupt her entirely though.

[thcrnedcrown]

@ironlamb | for daenya targaryen

She had found herself wandering the gardens more than most places, they were the most accessible for her. Flat ground with wide spaces were perfect for her and her chair. It was one of the few places here in the Red Keep she was able to be completely independent, no ladies in waiting or knights required to assist her movement.

There was one part of the gardens she had found her self returning to over and over again, despite being in Kings Landing for a short time. A small section shaded by trees with roses coming into bloom underneath it. She would have snorted at herself and the stupidity of a Tyrell being drawn to them if they were any other kind of rose. This one was special in her eyes. She reached forward, gentle picking the newly blossomed rose, gently turning it between her fingers.

"It's called Dornish Sunrise" she commented with a pained smile, she had heard the person approach but hadn't bothered to look up from the vibrant orange and yellow flower in her hands, "I couldn't name any other flower here, but this, this one I know"

[fyrebloods]

phantom   of   dragonstone   sweeps   through   the   hedgerows   of   the   garden,   mind   laden   with   worries.   and   yet,   in   the   blonde   boy   who   flounces   between   the   blooms   and   his   reptilian   protector   perched   atop   her   shoulder,   she   has   found   her   peace.   a   rare   smile   in   these   times   lifts   the   corners   of   her   lips   as   he   dashes   toward   familiar   figure.       "perhaps   you   have   won   his   affections   after   all,   sister."       lilt   of   valyrian   twangs   her   words,   greeting   sweet   daenya   with   a   mere   brush   of   meek   digits   on   her   arm.       "i   believe   he   has   been   searching   for   you   since   we   arrived."

         ���𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇, the gardens. 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, princess daenya targaryen.                                                                @ironlamb

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Daegor Targaryen aesthetic

Daegor Targaryen, brother of Viserys I Targaryen and Daemon Targaryen The Rogue Prince. Uncle to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. Later on becoming King himself, King Daegor I Targaryen.

Daegor Targaryen rode the she-dragon Mirazaer, a purple beauty later on ridden by his granddaughter Princess Daenys, daughter of King Aegon II and Queen Halaena. Daegor Targaryen fathered Aegon II, Daenya, Halaena, Aemond, Aenora, Daeron, Shaera, Aelyx, Daemon and Viserys almost putting Jaehaerys I and Alysanne to shame with ten offsprings while they had thirteen however all ten do outlive him.

Daegor Targaryen sided with the greens however he prevented a war from breaking out between the two parts of the family. Daegor broke tradition and married his brother’s widow, Alicent Hightower. Daegor followed his ancestors ways by marrying two women, Clara Beesbury was his second wife and mother to four of his children.

[ironlamb]

milly alcock , twenty two , cis woman , she + her . announcing ! princess daenya targaryen of house targaryen hailing from king's landing . they are known to be clever & charming but also , immature & reckless across the realm . there are faint whispers that they support house targaryen alongside their house.

𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

birth name : daenya targaryen . pronunciation : dan - nee - uh , tar - gair - ee - uhn . nicknames : daeny . date of birth , age : seventh day of the fourth month , twenty - two . place of birth : king's landing . gender , pronouns : cis woman , she / her . orientation : queer . status : royal princess .

𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .

height : five foot three inches - 160 cm . build : petite build with lithe limbs . hair : silver, falls silkily down her shoulders and until about mid back . eye colour : a light lilac . notable features : button nose, striking silver hair , freckles on the bridge of her nose , a broad smile . faceclaim : milly alcock .

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 .

natal chart : aries sun , taurus moon , scorpio rising ( likely has no relevance in this world but i wanted to give it for personality reference ) moral alignment : chaotic good . mbti : entp , the debater . positive traits : clever , determined , loyal , hardworking , charming , kind , bold , passionate . negative traits : inflexible , immature , temperamental , avoidant , envious , impatient , unforgiving , disorganized , possessive , naive . character inspirations : lavagirl ( sharkboy and lavagirl ) , bakugo katsuki ( my hero academia ) , agatha harkness ( agatha all along , wandavision ) , aegon targaryen ii ( house of the dragon ) .

𝑻𝑳𝑫𝑹 . emotional abuse tw , verbal abuse tw ( very mild but just in case )

daenya targaryen was born seventh . eighth truly . not the heir or not the spare , not even after that . or after that . or after that .

perhaps her position should have brought her freedom . and in some ways it did . daeny was able to get away with more than her elder siblings . she was able to slip through the tunnels of the castle and roam king's landing perhaps easier than they would have been able to do so . whilst her elder siblings had responsibilities, daeny's were perhaps fewer . while they were perhaps needed, she was needed less . she tried to revel in that . tried to enjoy it . tried not to remember that it was perhaps proof that she was of little consequence .

indifference was a blessing and a curse . daeny tried to see it that way . seeing it as only a curse would only make it taste more bitter than it already did .

but indifference was better than hatred . than disdain or fear . she knew that to be true . she'd seen as much . the dreams had taught her that . perhaps not directly, but through experience . through the lessons that followed them .

the first time she'd told her mother of her dreams she'd disregarded them . it was to be suspected, she supposed . her mother had barely paid attention to her then anyways . not the heir . not the spare . not even after that .

it stung all the same . daeny tried again and again, and each dismissal hurt all the same .

little did she know that dismissal would hurt less than what came next .

the dream was real . it came to fruition . daeny was shocked . awed, truly . the feeling she'd had in her stomach that this was important was right . she was right . and she was elated for it . perhaps she shouldn't have been . what had happened was terrible . but she was right . she was right and she was special for it wasn't she ? her mother would see that . she had to see that .

her mother disagreed .

doombringer . words that cut deeper than dismissal . than simply bring ignored . as they were spat from her mother's mouth daeny found her smile quickly fading . no, this was not what she wanted . it was so much worse .

after all, daeny didn't make the vision come true . she just saw it . she only saw it and she even said so but no one would listen . this wasn't her fault . it wasn't .

ill fated . black omen . cursed child . her mother was a righteous woman . a strong one . the second queen of westeros, a woman more formidable than most could even imagine . daeny never thought her mother's fear of oncoming doom , of the unknown would be so potent . that it would result in a fear of her .

that smile ! do you take joy in it ? in the suffering you see ? the fear made her mother's back rigid, and her eyes wild . daeny preferred the indifference .

daeny knew she could do better . that she would do better . she would show her mother the truth . that her dreams were a good thing . that she was a good thing .

but every dream was the same when she saw them . bad omens . suffering . hurt . she never saw anything miraculous . not anything ... beautiful or serene . not once . nothing to bring to her mother , to prove to her that she brought more than doom . that she could bring good too .

but daeny was nothing if not determined . if not stubborn . scroll upon scroll was read, book upon book was consumed . she could be good . she would be good . she would show her . she would .

or perhaps she would leave . it was a dream daeny indulged in often . not the heir, not the spare, not even after that . she would not be missed, surely . life would go on without her and she could see the world perhaps . she and shrykos will do it . the moment she's big enough . the moment they can .

until now the tunnels will have to be enough . king's landing and it's joys will half to be enough .

it isn't quite enough truly, but daeny has been living on not quite enough her whole life . she can stomach a little more .

𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪 .

daeny is my doomed child . desperately wants to be good , like DESPERATELY wants to prove herself not to be the villain her mother sees her to be, and yet she is doomed to never do so as she only gets dreams of tragedy . so she will suffer forever, rip, but it is what it is dkjds anyways, in the running for mom's least favourite fr but other than that pretty well liked over all ? beloved by the people and by the castle staff, genuinely kind and quite free spirited . has a desperate need to prove herself and can be painfully, stupidly stubborn, but has the best intentions honestly . very possessive of the people who she sees as her own, like does NOT like to share and perhaps that's on being a princess sdkjs so she's a little spoiled in that way and can be a bit immature with those she feels comfortable with . but she's very clever and works extremely hard for just a crumb of maternal affection but it is likely never coming queen give it UP DKJDS has no interest in the crown or the rift between the targaryens and velaryons, like she would be neutral if she could be because if it was up to her she'd be dipping ! she'd be offset !!! but unfortunately shrykos is a babie dragon and so she's got to wait a little longer . do i hc that her mother kind of disregarded her even more bc her dragon egg didn't hatch on time ? ya . ya i do . anyways , she's pookie actually ty for listening to my ted talk .

𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 . just something to spring off of for plotting things .

someone she consistently drags through the town with her , a childhood friend who she would die for ,a favourite sibling bc ofc , someone she can actually talk to her dreams about without feeling deeply self conscious and judged ( bb is traumatized ) , someone who looks out for her a little cause she's just a bit naive , a crush she has a court , and literally anything else ok thx < 3

[liiionheartcd]

ah daenya, the youngest of the targaryen clan. the princess is quite the character and while she may not be as close to her as she is, say vaelora or vaegon, she still quite enjoys her company. after all, she wouldn't have stayed in king's landing so long if she didn't enjoy the targaryens.. or at least most of them.

telessa cannot help but to laugh at daenya's jest. "yes, i can imagine so," she says through giggles. "i wish it were something exciting, perhaps then it might be worth it that i missed such a thing... unfortunately i just forgot my necklace. it... it was a gift from my mother, and i like to have her with me for these sorts of occasions."

DAENYA PERKS UP AT TELESSA'S ARRIVAL , INSTANTLY PLEASED FOR GOOD COMPANY . it's with a crooked grin that she welcomes her , easily shifting a bit in her seat to give telessa a bit more room in the space beside her . " oh , you've missed much , i fear . my mother just finished dancing on the banquet tables ." daenya sighs as if long suffering , her eyes twinkling despite the act as she shakes her head defeatedly and says , " it is quite the shame you weren't here to see it . such a feat will never happen again ." daenya studies telessa then , eyes curious as she brightly adds , " however , i will mourn the opportunity for you if you tell me what you were off doing ." daeny can't help how she perks up a bit , eyes bright as she turns in her seat to lean towards telessa in a way that may not be entirely appropriate for the occasion or a princess at all . " was it something terribly exciting ?" daeny hisses eagerly .

[lemonhemlock]

Before you stuck with Aemma i had some potential names for fem aemond: Aelinor, Aevalyn, Aelina, Shaena, Jaelyn,

I'm well aware that almost all of these sound and look ridiculous btw 😆

I happened upon these brave souls who comprised a list of possible Valyrian names: here and here. Obviously people can invent more, but it's a great resource for general vibes.

Aelinor or Aelina are pretty good choices! They're passable as some Andal names with a Valyrian twist.

There's also the Valyrian name Aelyx, so I was also thinking of either that or maybe Alyx (sounds better) as a Targaryenised version of Alicent's name she could pass on.

I tried to riff off Daemon's name to keep with the original intent, but they sounded ridiculously close to Daemyra or Daenaera, did not have a flowy pronunciation or sounded too close to Daeron: Daenya, Daerea, Daemora, Daelora ??

Other than than, Dagmar is a pretty cool name that exists in real life, sounds badass, is easy to pronounce and is reminiscent of the Targaryen style without being too out there.

But Aemma is just comically beckoning. 😅

[prodixal]

@fyrebrandd | helaena targaryen

There was an art to sneaking into servants quarters, and over the years he'd become somewhat proficient. It was a necessary step, to bypass those corridors so that he could reach the window outside which the canopies and bricks were laid out in a perfect manner -- to climb over the balcony of Daenya's chambers. Only it was not Daeny he had found, once entering the dim-lit room. "Princess Helaena --" he's locked in step, looking around as if to ensure he was in the right place. He'd never been caught sneaking in before, so whatever excuses he may have once had, evaporated long ago. "I can assure you, this is not --" what it looks like?