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fandomficsnstuff · 4 months

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The Dragon's Daughter - 16

(Warnings: some fighting and mentions of blood, angst, more angst and some teeth rotting fluff at the end)

Dothraki will be in bold

High Valyrian will be in cursive

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Ezzo watched with distaste as Tyres smirked at him while having his metal armour fitted, turning to look at Rhaella as she prepared, wearing light armor he was proud to say that he had made himself, her Valyrian sword ready to be picked up by her. “I do not like him” Ezzo admitted quietly, eyeing Tyres again with suspicion before looking back at Rhaella “neither do I-”

“Then why are you doing this, hm? Why are you entertaining this?”

“Okay, so maybe I like him a little. He showed you respect which is more than any of the others have, he has no problems with women fighting and dueling and he has humor, what is the problem? Besides, we’re in the Riverlands, Ezzo, not beyond the Wall.”

“The problem is that I don’t trust him” Ezzo whispered softly, leaning closer with a pleading look in his eyes “do not trust him. Do not let him get too close” he whispered even softer, Rhaella studying him, seemingly finally taking his concern seriously as she nodded. “I’ll be careful, I promise” she whispered before taking her sword, turning around to face Tyres in his full suit of armor, making her smirk. “Are you sure you don’t want to change?” she asked teasingly, Tyres smirking “are you?” he teased back before putting his helmet on, Rhaella smirking with amusement, Ezzo watching as she placed her feet as he’d taught her, ready, her eyes locked onto Tyres and any move he made, her body tense, like a spring ready to go off at the slightest touch. Tyres charged forward, swinging his sword at her which she dodged with ease, the battle going on like this, neither of them truly getting a hit in, until she did. It felt like it had been hours, her frustration growing at the lack of actual contact she’d made, so she resorted to much more…unorthodox moves. As he swung his sword she moved all the way around him instead of just to the side where she could swing her own sword, instead now she kicked him from behind, making him stumble and when he turned, his sword swinging with him it met her own sword, the sound of Valyrian steel singing in the hallway as well as heavy pants and breaths. Rhaella backed up and leaned away as she willingly gave in with her sword, Tyres stumbling forward, not expecting the sudden lack of resistance, and she easily kicked him again, placing him on the ground where she quickly kneeled on his breastplate, ripping his helmet off and pointing the tip of her sword at Tyres who stared up at her with wide eyes.

“I yield! I yield” he shouted quickly, Rhaella panting heavily as she lowered her sword and leaned back, moving her knee off of him as she nodded to herself “you’re a great fighter” she complimented, getting up, offering him her hand and when he took it, she helped him stand up. “So are you. Who taught you to fight like that?” he asked, Rhaella nodding in the direction of Ezzo with a smirk “he did, and the Queen’s consort, my step-father Jon Stark” she admitted while turning to face him, stretching out her hand to shake his. And then she felt it. Her brows furrowed and she looked at the arrow poking through her shoulder and it was as though when she actually saw it, only then did she truly feel the pain, her legs stumbling, her grip on her sword faltering and instantly someone caught her, someone cold and hard. She gritted her teeth as the pain continued to grow, eventually letting out a yell of pain, feeling someone warm and sturdier catch her from behind, holding her up as she clutched her shoulder that had the arrow. “Find the archer” Tyres ordered, Ezzo hesitating, only leaving when Rhaella nodded, Ezzo already darting off in the direction of where the arrow had been fired, people scrambling around, preventing the guards from approaching the princess, creating a curtain of panic. “I got you, I got you” Tyres whispered as his hand tugged loose the dagger he had hidden, Rhaella already closing her eyes with pain as she groaned, trying her hardest not to cry, actually on the verge of calming down, it was an attempt on her life but it was just that, an attempt, all was well now except for that damned arrow in her shoulder. Until she felt another sharp pain. This one much, much worse, her eyes widening and she screamed until her throat was sore, tears running down her cheeks as she fought against Tyres’ grip on her, struggling against the knife he dug into her shoulder, trying to pry off one of her scales from the side, hoping to cut in through her skin and cut under her scales to pry them off, struggling with the effort until someone pulled him away, Unsullied guards pinning him down on the ground as Ezzo hurriedly picked up Rhaella in his arms, studying her bloodied shoulder while she leaned into him, sobbing and crying and he hesitated before grabbing the arrow, yanking it out and dropping it, holding her close as she screamed at the pain she felt, his arms wrapped around her as she groaned and clenched her teeth to withstand the pain.

It wasn’t long until it was like a storm was approaching, rapid winds whipping about the hall and then it happened. The stone ceiling collapsed, dust covering everything like a veil, blinding everyone and when it settled, the roar of a dragon filled the crumbling hall. The white of it’s scales against the sun cast a blinding glow around the dragon, it’s mouth open wide as it roared, fire sparkling in the back of it’s throat, a dangerous light at the end of the cavern that was it’s mouth. While everyone fled, those who had not been crushed under the creature, that is, Ezzo picked Rhaella up, walking over to the dragon with hesitant steps. Never had he truly been this close to the beast, to any dragon, in fact. Raemor roared at him in warning until he noticed who was in his arms, a shaking and pained Rhaella. Raemor lowered his head as smoke blew from his nostrils, Ezzo quickly placing Rhaella on the floor next to Raemor’s head, Rhaella quickly scrambling to the dragon’s side, curling up against it as closely as possible, the dragon almost purring as it leaned closer to her, it’s eyes closing slowly, enjoying the closeness. Ezzo looked over his shoulder at the Unsullied and Tyres, the Unsullied having stayed put even as Raemor had crashed through the roof, having grown considerably over the twelve years since Daenerys took King’s Landing and was crowned queen. Ezzo nodded his head towards Raemor and Rhaella, the Unsullied picking up a reluctant Tyres, Tyres whimpering in fear as he was pulled forward and placed on his knees in front of the princess and the large beast. Raemor opened his eyes to glare down at the cause of the blood on Rhaella’s shoulder, the princess opening her eyes and Tyres let out a shaky breath of terror at the sight of them side by side. Rhaella’s braided hair was undone, hanging in front of her face in long locks, her eyes almost glowing with anger, one of her hands bloodied as it rested over where he had tried to cut off her scales. Tyres gulped audibly, his body beginning to shake as Ezzo helped Rhaella stand, Raemor lifting his head a little, opening his mouth, the heat of the fire within could roast a thousand boars if they were close enough, and Tyres was almost close enough. He could feel the heat on his skin, sweat forming at his forehead.

“Princess, what would you like us to do?” an Unsullied asked and she clenched her free hand into a fist, staring down at Tyres, not looking away from him until she moved to walk around Raemor’s gigantic frame, he almost rivalled Drogon in size, whom in turn was said to be Balerion the Black Dread come again. It wasn’t long until Rhaella’s head popped up on top of Raemor in the saddle, her eyes, despite their fiery golden shimmer, was ice cold “take him to King’s Landing, feed him well and keep him unharmed, I want him healthy for when Raemor will tear his flesh apart” Rhaella spoke calmly, the Unsullied soldiers nodding before forcing Tyres to his feet, forcing him out of the now empty and collapsed hall, Rhaella turning to Ezzo, her gaze softening a little and he gave a nod, about to walk around her and leave with the Unsullied when Rhaella spoke up. “Ezzo” she called, the man in question stopping, turning to look up at her “I’ll see you in King’s Landing, I’ve entertained this spectacle for my hand in marriage long enough. I need some time alone… I’ll see you at the dragon pit in two day’s time, tell them to prepare my coronation… and tell my mother not to worry… or send out her entire Queensgarde for me… I need this time alone” she informed before holding onto the saddle she was in, Raemor letting out an ear-piercing roar, flicking his large tail in obvious disapproval at the princess’ wounds, his head turning to look around at the crowd of people, most of whom were too horrified to move and inch. He lifted his head and turned to look at Lord Braxt, who had been hosting the entire thing, the man gulping at the sight and he flinched when Raemor roared at him, as though scolding him for letting all of this happen, before turning around, beginning to march out the large stone double doors, taking flight just as he exited, Rhaella steering him straight for the Isle of Faces. She’d been there once before shortly after her mother was crowned, having read about the place in one of her books back in Essos. An entire island filled with Weirwood trees. It was said to be ill-omened but Daenerys had taken Drogon and flown with Rhaella all the way to the southern Riverlands. The closest they had ever gotten was a shoreline where only a hint of the island could be seen, which of course did not satisfy the young dragon princess, but it felt peaceful anyway.

It didn’t take long on dragonback to reach that very same shoreline, Raemor landing, letting out a ferocious roar, announcing their presence before looking around as Rhaella climbed down, landing on the grass with a muffled thud before looking up at her dragon, the massive creature turning it’s head, looking down at her, lowering it’s head and Rhaella smiled softly, reaching a hand up, her fingers touching the scales on Raemor’s nose before dropping again. She tried to reach over her shoulder to where the wound was but she winced when she tried, a heavy sigh leaving her as she looked towards the water nearby, looking around before looking back up at Raemor “keep an eye out, okay?” she asked softly before walking towards the river bank. She knew that he probably couldn’t understand her, but maybe he could, because he lifted his head high and looked from side to side occasionally, as though he was on watch.

She got into the water and kneeled down to her shoulders was submerged, her thick brows furrowing at the pain she felt and she hesitantly reached up and around her shoulder, biting through the pain and discomfort to gently caress the bleeding skin, careful to not tear anything while trying to wash off the blood, a sigh leaving her when she finally felt that maybe that was enough, her hand back at her side as she walked back towards Raemor. She looked around the seemingly deserted, untouched land surrounding her, a small sigh leaving her as she looked up at Raemor, stepping closer to him as he lowered his head, almost as though he was in complete sync with the princess, his head lowered enough for Rhaella to lean against his snout, feeling his warmth course through her, pure fire in the shape of flesh. It made her wonder… did he feel as suffocated as her? As constricted? As tied down? The raw power and force of the fire he was made from, trapped in measly flesh, a bond forged between them from the funeral pyre of the great Khal Drogo… was it nature? Instinct? Fate? Or was it forced? The right set of circumstances allowing the bond to be made between them, a dragon and a weak human.

Raemor grumbled quietly, the sound coming from deep within the creature, almost as though he could hear her thoughts and what she thought of herself and disagreed, a smile forming on her lips at the idea. “I miss Essos” she whispered, sighing lightly, her eyes closed in a serene kind of peace that only her dragon, her other half, her brother, could give her. “I miss the sun… I miss-... I miss the view from the Pyramid, and I miss Missandei” she whispered, feeling the sting of tears form in her eyes and Raemor purred quietly, nudging his head carefully closer to her and she smiled, opening her eyes to look up at him with tears in them “I know…” she whispered, leaning her forehead down on his scaly hide, her eyes closed again, a few tears falling down her cheeks and onto the grass below. “Is this all I am?... A thing to be bought… a brood mare to be mounted whenever my husband feels like it…” she whispered, mostly to herself, biting the inside of her cheek to not sob at the thought. After a few seconds, Rhaella sighed heavily, leaning back and wiping her eyes of tears, looking back up at Raemor, her hands still on his warm, scaly hide, bringing her a sense of comfort. She looked around before moving to the dragon’s side, climbing up to the saddle on top, getting settled before sighing. “Let’s find somewhere…” she muttered, Raemor shaking his head as he lifted it, purring quietly, as though asking her where she wanted to go and she smiled. “We’ll find somewhere…” she muttered, leaning down and running her hand over the scales on his back before gripping the saddle once more as Raemor took flight.

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Rhaella was quiet as she sat in the clearing, watching the small fire burn in front of her as she laid against Raemor’s side, feeling the heat of both fires on her body, keeping any cold at bay should it dare to reach for her. Her golden eyes reflected the flames and the longer she stared at it, the more conflicted she felt. She hesitantly leaned off of Raemor, the dragon’s eye opening to watch her, watching her lean closer to the fire in front of her, her hand raised, hesitantly. Raemor lifted his head when he saw that she was hesitating, turning his long neck to hover his head above her head, casting a long shadow, shielding her from the moonlight and she smirked, feeling a hint of comfort when she looked up. “I’m okay” she assured, the dragon purring before lowering his head and laying it back down on the tall grass, the clearing barely big enough to host him but they had both figured it out.

She sighed and leaned back against his side, continuing to just stare into the fire with a frown on her brows. “What am I to do?... Mother wants me to marry… the Queen wants me to marry… but I do not wish to” she whispered hesitantly, her head turning to look at Raemor as he rested his head on the ground, eyes shut and she smiled softly at the sight before looking back at the fire. “I wish sleep came that easily to me” she muttered to herself before sighing. She sat up once more, hesitantly reaching towards the fire, her heart beating in her chest and she hesitantly held her hand out over the flames. She felt the heat, but not the pain, the pain she had never felt before, the pain she had only heard people describe. A part of her wished she knew what it felt like to be burnt… if only so she was aware of the pain. But no pain came. Not even as she lowered her hand into the flames themselves, holding it almost near the embers and she hesitated before picking one of them up, her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she held them in her palm, the fire gliding over her hand as though it was merely air, the embers glowing in her hand, reflecting in her eyes and she closed her palm, feeling a rush of heat run through her when she crushed the embers, their warmth seeping into her bones and she looked over her shoulder at Raemor.

No.

She was a dragon. She was the Dragon’s Daughter. She was a Targaryen, the house of Old Valyria, she was a dragonrider and the daughter of the Khal above all other Khals. She was the heir to the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, the daughter of the Queen, future ruler and protector of the Realm. She would not be reduced to livestock being sold at an auction.

She dropped the crushed embers back into the fire before wiping her hands on her dress, standing up and moving over to Raemor’s shoulder, crawling a little under his wing, laying against him, his entire body almost enveloping her like a cocoon, keeping her warm as she finally drifted off to sleep, feeling the low hum every time Raemor breathed against her, his warmth a soothing lullaby.

#got #game of thrones #The Dragon's Daughter #Daenerys Stormborn #Daenerys Targaryen #Rhaella Targaryen #Game of Thrones fanfic #GoT fic #Mother!Daenerys #Daenerys x Rhaella #Mother!Daenerys x OC

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anew-flame · 3 months

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Quickly getting dressed and about to leave Cullen alone butt ass naked so she can run and tell her bff Dorian she just fucked the commander ❤️

#he would be so happy for her #jury’s out on who would make another ‘strapping Templar’ joke first #and then they high five #cass is there and sighs in disgust before walking away to go read more of varric’s smut #why yes I already finished this playthrough and am going through screenshots to soothe myself until I can play again #cullen rutherford #dragon age #OC: Rhaella #rhae plays da

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aemondtargeryen · 1 year

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when you tell a bunch of tiefling kids they'll die and get your serotonin boost from astarion and lae'zel's approval

#logging out of pc to play on ps5 #i might talk abt my playthrough here and there so block my oc tag if you'd rather not see babes #oc: rhaella #baldur's gate 3 #*

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countrymusiclover · 3 months

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1 - The Lannister Kingsguard

Part 2

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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16 years ago

“I’m going to catch you little rascal.” I called through the large hallways of the Red Keep attempting to catch my youngest brother Viserys who insisted we play chase this morning.

His silver white was getting tousled around while he ran around the corner with me trying to catch his heels. “You can't get me.”

“I think you doubt me far too much, little brother.” I smirked flying past the Targaryen banner near the wall rounding the corner he had gone around but he stopped running when I tackled him to the stone floor in my short dress. “Ha! I told you I'd get you.”

He whined underneath my hold. “That’s not fair.”

“Sister?” Yanking my head upward I saw my older brother Rhaegar standing a few steps away from us.

A few members of our fathers kingsguard were standing near the Iron Throne. I saw an older man with a bald head dressed in all red meaning it had to be the Hand of the King Tywin Lannister. “Um hi brother. What is going on here?”

“I was about to make this 16 year old a member of my Kingsguard until I was interrupted by you, daughter.” My father raised his tone towards me, sitting on the throne of swords.

I gulped knowing he didn’t have good control over his temper sometimes, especially around his children. “Forgive me, father. I didn't recall that it was today until this very moment.”

“It doesn't matter now. Get over there with your brothers and watch silently. Let's get this done. I don't wish to keep my wife waiting.” Father scoffed, tapping his fingers on the armrests of the chair until a different kingsguard delivered him a sword and walked forward standing on the first two steps where the young boy was bent down on one knee before his king.

Tywin finally spoke up to the king. “State your name, boy.”

“Jaime of House Lannister. Son of Tywin and Joanna Lannister.” The boy of fifteen with the long blonde hair responded on command.

Father raised his sword tapping his shoulders with the tip individually declaring the oath that must be bestowed onto a knight. “In the name of the warrior I charge you to be brave. In the name of the father I charge you to be just. In the name of the mother I charge you to defend the innocent. Arise Jaime Lannister, a knight of Seven Kingdoms and a member of the Kingsguard.”

“Woo hoo! Um - my apology.” I began clapping, breaking the silence in the throne room causing everyone to turn their heads in my direction.

Father placed his sword inside his holder and two knights along with the Hand of the King retreated from the room without another word. That left me and my brothers alone with Jaime Lannister. “I've been meaning to talk to you, sister. I have news for you.” Rhaegar turned on his feet facing me.

“What news is that?” I asked him curiously.

He answered me with a half smile, mentioning the Dorne family we had gotten along with since one girl was a former lady and waiting for our mother Rhaella. “I'm going to marry Ella Martel.”

“That’s great news, brother.” Flinging my arms around his neck I giggled and he hugged me back now smiling too.

The typical tradition of our family was for brothers and sisters to Wed one another but it took our parents seven years before they had me. By that time our father had already been talking about wedding my brother off to some high born girl of his many kingdoms. “I'm rather happy with it myself. I must go tell our mother. Come Viserys.” Rhaegar took our young brother by the hand leaving me alone in the throne room.

Shifting my gaze around I felt a pair of eyes on me when I turned my back to the throne seeing that the newly named kingsguard Lannister hadn't left me alone like I believed he had. “Can I help you with something, ser Knight?”

“I should be asking you that question, my princess. For I am sworn to aid and protect you.” Jaime bowed his head at me.

I clasped my hands together in front of my dress, my hair swaying with the fabric as I moved over to stand in front of the new knight. “From my memory I was not ever required to have a personal knight following me around my childhood home.”

“Well those were the commands I have been given and I intend to follow them, princess.”

Holding up a hand I interrupted him before this conversation went on any further. “Please stop calling me princess. I have far too many people addressing me by that title. I’d rather have someone call me by my name.”

“I can arrange those terms. Who do I have the honor of meeting now before me?”

I crusty to the night holding up the fabric of my dress showing him how my silver hair was styled into a crown when I did so. “Vaella Targaryen.”

“Then I’ll just be Jaime to you, Vaella.” The Lannister lion sent me a cheeky smile, bright green eyes focusing on my purple ones.

Lightly twirling side to side in my dress I smirked towards him deciding I should get to have some fun with my personal knight while my father wasn’t around us because right now he didn’t appear to be so serious as he was now that it was just the two of us alone together. “It’s nice to meet you, Jaime. I do have a question for you though?”

“What is your question Vaella?” He asked resting his right hand on the handle of his sword attached to his hip.

Sticking my tongue out at the knight I bolted barely waiting to hear what his reaction would be. “Do you think you can catch me, Ser knight?”

“I don’t understand. Wait - seven hells Vaella!” Jaime shook his head, awe struck and confused till he noticed the silver hair and white dress disappearing further away from him.

He began chasing after me concerned that he would get in trouble if something bad happened to me. But he wouldn’t admit it until years later how much he wished they had the opportunity to go back to that life compared to all the chaos that would be thrown their direction.

Kings Landing - current day

Jaime was currently standing outside of the King's office in the hallway on guard duty. The current king who had sat on the throne once he had killed the Mad King and now the Baratheon signal flew high in the Red Keep. The current king called Jaime’s nickname wanting to speak with him. “Kingslayer, get in here! It must wound your pride. Standing out there, like a golden sentry. Jaime Lannister, son of the mighty Tywin. Forced to mind the door while your king eats and drinks and shits and fucks. So, come on. We’re telling war stories. Who was your first kill, not counting the old men?”

“One of the outlaws in the Brotherhood.” He answered his king.

A fellow Kingsguard replied. “I was there that day. You were only a squire. Sixteen years old.”

“You killed Simon Toyne with a counter-riposte. Best move I ever saw.”

The other knight nodded. “Good fighter, Toyne. But he lacked stamina.

King Robert entered the conversation between the two Knights. “Your outlaw any last words?”

“I cut his head off. So, no.”

The king’s next question caused Jaime’s hand to drop down onto the handle of his sword. Recalling the night so vividly for more than one reason besides betraying the king he swore to protect. “What about Aerys Targaryen? What did the Mad King say when you stabbed him in the back? I never asked. Did he call you a traitor? Did he plead for a reprieve?”

“He said the same thing he had been saying for hours. Burn them all.”

Silence fell inside the chamber room with the king silently staring at him for a few minutes. “Then we should all be grateful that we took care of all the Targaryens. The Seven Kingdoms didn’t need anymore reign or vows to a house whose words are Fire and Blood wouldn’t you agree?”

“It would seem so, your grace. If that is all I’ll take my leave.” Jaime bowed his head walking back out into the hallway and he didn’t release the tension in his shoulders and show emotion until he was away from the king. For the king was wrong in his words because not all the Targaryens were dead. One remained in Kings Landing and Jaime was the reason for it

And if the king ever found out both their heads would be on spikes.

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dragons-and-handcuffs · 24 days

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Imagine Rhaella and niece!reader. Rhaella the most beautiful Targaryen, some even say she is a witch. Imagine her as your aunt. She is completely devoted to the old ways and knows its power. Imagine her teaching you all about the old valyrian traditions and rituals. Rhaella teaching you all about pleasure and pain. It's dark and feels forbidden. Imagine Rhaella whispering high valyrian in your ears as she guides your hands on your body. She knows you and your body better than you do. She can be as gentle as a feather but also rough enough to leave you sore for days

#rhaella targaryen #Targaryen!reader #house of the dragon #hotd #game of thrones #game of thrones imagines #hotd headcanon #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #hotd imagines #house of the dragon imagine #hotd one shot #game of thrones oc #hotd oc #game of thrones fanfic #game of thrones fanfiction

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rainwingmarvel7 · 6 months

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Okay, because we are both using Holiday Grainger as an FC for something, & both sharing the name "Rhaella" for an OC I MUST know about your girl. Please info dump about Rhaella Targaryen to me

Oh my god, absolutely!!! You shall have ALL the lore about my lovely, somewhat deranged Targaryen girl! (Also I gotta say I love your Rhaella and your Holliday Grainger OC so much)

Technically, I have two versions of her, so I’ll share about both lol

Rhaella in the ATRF continuity:

Rhaella is the daughter of Alistair Dormaire and Daenerys Targaryen and the older twin of Alysanne Targaryen. She is named after Daenerys’ late mother (this is true in both continuities).

As the eldest child of Daenerys, Rhaella is heir to the throne of Meereen and is sent away from Westeros shortly after the death of her mother to learn how to rule. For a while, Daario acts as her regent. Grey Worm is also loyal to her and acts as the head of her guard, and both men teach her how to fight.

She becomes Queen of Meereen as soon as she comes of age, and she’s pretty damn good at it.

She’s very willful and headstrong and will do what she believes is right, no matter what other people tell her. She’s a lot like her mother in that regard.

She marries Garlan Hightower, her sworn protector, and they have two children together, Viserys and Rhaenys.

Still figuring things out for her in this version of her story, but she’s definitely more tame in this one.

Rhaella in The War of Two Queens (collab) AU continuity:

In this version, Rhaella is the daughter of Daario and Daenerys, who is now known as the Veiled Queen (she was revived by that one Red Priestess in Meereen but no one except for Daario knows about it). She is their only child and the heir to the throne of Meereen.

Her father also trained her to fight, and her weapons of choice are two Dothraki arakh. She is lethal in battle, but one would never know it just by looking at her. To most, she’s just a pretty face, but she hides much underneath.

Although known for her beauty and grace, Rhaella has quite the rebellious streak, much to the pride of her father and chagrin of her mother. It is not uncommon for her to sneak out of the palace to explore or vanish from diplomatic meetings she finds particularly boring.

She first comes into the story when one of Nadya and Jon’s sons, Theon, flees to Meereen from King’s Landing, seeking aid from Daario and the rumored Veiled Queen. He’s almost instantly smitten with Rhaella, by both her beauty and her rebellious nature, and she quickly falls for him too.

It is Rhaella who brings Theon to Drogon in order to tame him, as was the boy’s mission. She had already managed to hatch a dragon of her own, a wiry red she-dragon named Skydancer, after having failed to tame Drogon herself in her youth.

Not long after that, Rhaella and Theon are married (talk about a whirlwind romance), and after some time together (they also have two kids with the same names as her other version) and a lot of convincing, Rhaella pledges Meereen’s support of his mother’s claim to the throne of Westeros.

However, this is when the cracks in Rhaella begin to show. She is just like her mother. She’s got that Targaryen madness in her.

When she gets to King’s Landing and sees the Red Keep for the first time during the Second Battle of King’s Landing, something in her switches. This was meant to be her mother’s kingdom. It was stolen from her. It was stolen from her family. And she intends to avenge what was lost.

Riding on Skydancer, she starts to burn the Red Keep and parts of the city, with the intent of killing every single member of the side of the royal family who stands against her (which would be Nahia Dayne’s family for the most part) and razing the city. Realizing her sudden change, Theon and his twin sister Margaery, who had also acquired a dragon named Eddarion (long story), are forced to confront her.

Theon tries to get her to see reason, but it does not work. Rhaella refuses to be stopped. A dragon fight ensues, and Skydancer ended up being killed by Eddarion. Rhaella is able to jump free of her dying dragon onto the Red Keep and manages to get inside.

Although she fights against several members of the royal family in the Red Keep, her final confrontation is against Genna Westerling, Theon’s betrothed before he had fled and now a trained member of the Faceless Men. After a fierce battle, Genna puts a sword through Rhaella, killing her and ending her very brief reign of terror.

Basically, she seems sweet and good-natured until she’s really not lol.

Ok damn that was a lot more lore than I thought I had lol. Rhaella’s kind of crazy (most of the time), and I love her for it. Thanks for asking! I love any excuse to talk about OCs!

#rainwing talks #oc: rhaella targaryen

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