#pale purple eyes of her father 😭

[amoratearte]

Eve Best serving till the very end, you deserved so much better with your Rhaenys. All her moments of being a true dragon.

“Princess Rhaenys, five-and-fifty, her face lean and lined, her black hair streaked with white, yet fierce and fearless as she had been at two-and-twenty.”

[infiniteimaginings]

Could you write some angsty Anthony bridgerton x wife reader. Maybe he took his anger out on her cus he was stressed or something.💋😭😫🩷

A Loving Marriage (Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Anthony had married you, he adored you during your courtship. He showed his affections through floral arrangements, joyous laughter, your dance card always had his name first. When he married you though, some things changed. He would be warm, but it slowly dimmed. He was always in his office, he never spoke to you, why does he do so? Pronouns: You/Yours, She/Her Warnings: Angst Word Count: 4.0k A/N: I love angst, I love it! I looked at this request three times, midnight struck, and I turned into a writing goblin.

It had been a nice day, you had finally drawn your husband, Anthony Bridgerton, out of the house to have a delightful picnic with you. The two of you were discussing anything but pressing matters, laughing, eating the small sandwiches, drinking the sweet but tart lemonade. Occasionally your fingers would touch, a burst of energy escaping into your bodies until your fingers interlocked, accepting the warmth with open arms.

The sun was shining brightly, the clouds perfect white and fluffed into shapes the two of you pointed out and playfully teased each other for. The slight tilt of his head when you spoke of a cloud being shaped as one thing, his squinted eyes and scrunched nose were all that mattered to you. The way the sun kissed his skin and a few freckles had come to light, it was so beautiful to you, he was so beautiful.

When Anthony turned his gaze to you from the heavily brightened sky, the corners of his eyes crinkled with the smile he gave you. His toothy grin was matched with him asking, “What is it?” You paid no mind to the question, simply smiling at your husband, your heart warming as you stared at him in adoration. You shook your head, “I just love you.” You told him, the comment making him smile wide, his teeth showing in his grin. The day was beautiful, and neither of you could deny that fact. To make the day even more beautiful, flowers were spread around your blanket on the ground, showing proof of spring.

You began to ramble a bit about the newest items you saw in the shop, Anthony just listening with loving eyes. A bee had hummed and buzzed as it circled around your head, when Anthony noticed he straightened up, his eyes widening a bit in fear. He went to move the dreadful creature from you but the bee had found its attention with him instead, buzzing around his head. Anthony had fallen still, horrified.

Anthony had just returned from shooting with his father, Edmund Bridgerton. The elder man had clasped his shoulder, telling him that in due time he will be able to show someone his best. He gave him a truthfully meaningful message about having to show someone your worst before you can show them your best, but the message didn’t stay in Anthonys head very long.

The elder had noticed a group of vibrant purple Hyacinths within their gardens, his wife's favorite flower. He decided to pick the flowers with a hum, expressing how Anthonys mother would love them. The younger boy laughed and began to pick a few himself, his father standing up, swatting a very persistent bee, Anthony shaking his head playfully. He expressed how his younger sister would be quite jealous until he noticed his father had not responded.

”Father?” Anthony spoke, turning to Edmund, the man was touching his neck. “The bloody thing stung me.” He told his son, moving his hand a bit with a twitch of his mouth. A bee sting didn’t mean much, so Anthony nodded and continued to pick a few flowers until his father began to gasp for breaths. Anthony stood, walking to Edmund, “Father, what is it?” He asked, and that question would be repeated a multitude of times with no verbal response.

Edmund Bridgerton had turned to his son, a bright red patch on his neck where the bee stung him, his face extremely pale, his eyes almost black as he struggled to breathe. Anthony watched his father struggle for air and collapse into his arms. He couldn’t even hear when he yelled for someone to help, he didn’t even hear when his pregnant mother, Violet Bridgerton, had come running down the small hill after seeing them through the open door in the back of their home.

Everything happened so fast and all Anthony could process was his father reaching up to cup his mothers cheek one last time, before his hand fell and the light left his eyes. Edmund Bridgerton died that day, Violet Bridgerton became a widow that day, he and his siblings lost their father that day.

Anthony was abruptly snapped out of his thoughts when you swatted the bee away mindlessly. You hummed with a breathless chuckle, “You know it’s spring when the bees are out.” you spoke, looking in the basket for another small snack, unaware of the daze Anthony had just been in. He blinked a bit, looking around as he deeply inhaled, trying not to ruin your nice moment. He clapped his hands to his knees, “Well then.” He began, “I think I have some paperwork to attend to.” He told you, standing up and brushing himself off. You looked up rather quickly from your spot on the blanket, “Can’t it wait? We were having such a nice time.” You said, pouting ever so slightly.

He shook his head, leaning down to you, pressing his lips to yours in a short kiss. “Unfortunately it can not, enjoy the rest of the picnic.” He spoke hastily, walking back into the home, leaving you alone to watch the sky.

Days had passed, Anthony had not joined you again for a picnic, nor had he joined you for any sort of meal after that day. You didn’t understand why he felt the need to lock himself in his office, what was so interesting about paperwork he could tend to at any time? You were worried for him, you knew the footmen in the household brought him food, you just weren’t sure if he ate any of it.

With that, you decided to pay your husband a visit. You dismissed the footman at the door and simply knocked, a muffled ‘Come in’ came from the other side of the door. You gently opened it, smiling sweetly at Anthony who looked up at you, expressionless. You closed the door behind you, observing your surroundings and your husband who sat behind a desk, papers piling it. He looked like he hadn’t slept, if he had then he looked like her hadn’t slept well.

You walked to him, slow steps, the heels of your shoes sounding muffled as they clicked upon the polished floors. “You’ve locked yourself away.” You told him, standing in front of his desk, fingers twiddling in front of you. Anthony kept his eyes on you, quill pen in hands, plenty of papers around that needed signatures. He cleared his throat, “Well, some matter can not be left.” He told you simply, head looking back down to his work.

You walked around the desk, hands smoothing along his shoulders, he tensed more than relaxed. “You need a break.” You hummed to him, gently pressing your hands into the blades of his shoulders. Anthony leaned his head back into the chair, sighing, “I’m sorry my love, I just have so much work to do.” He told you with closed eyes, his mouth in a frown. Your expression mirrored his and you turned his chair a bit, taking his hands in yours. “We should go to town, go for a walk.” You suggested, “Maybe we could pick some flowers and visit your family.” You continued on, hands holding his slightly larger ones in yours.

You saying that seemed to invoke some sort of reaction from your husband, he removed his hands from you, “No.” He spoke harshly, turning back to the papers. You huffed, trying to get him to look at you, he wouldn’t budge. “Why do you refuse to spend time with me? Is your paperwork that important?” You pressed on, standing at his side, pure disbelief on your face.

Anthony put his clenched fists on the desk, “Yes, it is!” He spoke loudly, not looking at you. “You are interrupting very pressing matters, so go.” He told you, head turning to you ever so slightly, one hand raised to point to the door.

The outburst had shocked you, you stood there with a hand to your chest, a frown on your face, tears threatening to prick your eyes. “Anthony I merely hoped…” You began, trying to find the words, instead you found yourself stumbling over them. Anthony shook his head, hand to his temple as he looked back down to the papers, “I care not for your wishes, leave!” HeYou stood up straight, swallowing harshly with a small sniffle. You bowed your head to him, “Of course Mr. Bridgerton.”You spoke, walking out the room, hands clasped together and head held high as you left him alone to his work.

Anthony had not come to the bedroom that night and you had not visited his office for the rest of the day. Neither of you had come down for dinner, eating respectively in separate rooms.

The next day, mid afternoon, you walked into the office area with a tea tray. Typically, a maid would bring it in for you, but you had seemed to reject the idea and believed you were perfectly capable of doing it yourself. Anthony had heard the sound of the door opening, no knock, no announcement. He looked up and saw you setting the tea tray on the low table in front of the seats in the office. The tray had two teacups and saucers, a teapot with freshly brewed tea, a sugar bowl, a milk jug, and a strainer. All of which were porcelain with multicolored, delicately painted flowers and the Bridgerton name along the side.

Anthony sighed deeply, he didn’t look irritated, he just looked tired. “ Did I not tell you to leave me be?” He asked since you had not greeted him. You didn’t look at him as you prepared your cup of tea, “That is such a way to speak to your wife Mr. Bridgerton.” You spoke sarcastically, stirring in your sugar and taking a small sip to see if it were to your tastes. A warm smile formed on your face after you drank the warm liquid, sitting comfortably in the chair a little ways across from Anthony's desk, a table in the way of you being directly in front of his desk.

Anthony clasped his hands together, elbows on the desk, “What are you doing?” He asked, lips pursed. You placed your cup on the saucer, “If you truly believe I will let you sit in this office and rot,” You spoke, finally looking at him, “you are gravely mistaken.” You told him, expressionless. Anthony tilted his head to the side, he didn’t believe he was ‘rotting’ in the office space, but he couldn’t speak since you beat him to it. “I shall remain here and tend to you until you see fit to conduct yourself as a gentleman.” You stated, hands in your lap, straightening your posture, “Or to put sourly,” You began, “an adult.”

“Do not treat me like a child.” Anthony told you, hands dropping back to the desk, no movement towards the quills.

“Then do not act like one.”

“What has prompted this?”

You pretend to think for a moment, pulling up your hand to count, “Your blatant disregard for your wife in your own home,” You spoke as you put up a finger, “your refusal to acknowledge her presence or engage with her” you continued, putting another finger up, “or even talk to her.” You finished, putting up the last finger, slightly glaring at him.

There was silence from Anthony as he bit the inside of his cheek, twitching his nose. Due to the silence, you continued to speak, “I vowed to cherish and support you through all, but I will not endure your silence.” You explained, shaking your head a bit with your words. Anthony sighed, moving a few papers out of his way, “You are aware that traditionally wives do not-”

“You did not marry me due to my traditional nature.”

There was more silence from your husband until he ran a hand through his hair. “You will not leave until I discuss ill with you?” He asked, seeming to be contemplating the idea that he just spoke into existence. You nodded, “Precisely.”

“Very well, let’s discuss ills.”

The Bridgerton man stood from his desk and strode to sit next to you. You gestured to the tea and he shook his head, leaning forward, clasping his hands. His leg shook and tapped the floor as he struggled to find the words, “My fathers death left my mother heartbroken, she never remarried.” He spoke suddenly. The words confused you a bit, was that why he had been so closed off? You turned to him fully, crossing your leg over the other, “Your mothers strength,” You began, taking a breath, “is commendable.” You commented, the Brdigerton in front of you chose not to look at you but he nodded. “She said her love for your father was true and her devotion for your father lies strong.” You continued on, thinking about the older woman and how powerful she was for standing strong for her children. “She does not need to marry if she does not wish to.” You completed your thought at his words about his mother.

Anthony put his hands on his knees, straightening himself. He sucked his teeth, “I understand that,” He told you, “but you do not understand how she flinches when they refer to her as Dowager.” He continued on.

At parties they would announce Violet Bridgerton as Dowager VIscountess Bridgerton, and they have for the many years since Edmund Bridgerton had passed.

“My mother remains a widow.” Anthony continued, voice slightly cracking when he thought about the way his mothers hand would tighten around his arm when someone greeted her as ‘Dowager’.

You nodded in understanding, no matter how strong Violet was, it still hurt. You just didn’t process why that caused him to pull from you. “Nevertheless, I am not,” You told him, the words causing him to look put his face in his hands, “hence my lack of understanding of your coldness and sudden refusal to be with me.” You spoke, staring right at him, hands in your lap picking at your nails.

“What if you find yourself a widow?” Anthony asked suddenly, now fully turned to you.

“Pardon me?” You asked blankly, brows furrowed, lips slightly parted.

“What if you find yourself to be a widow?” He repeated, slightly differently.

“If you suspect you may act recklessly, you must inform me at once." You told him cautiously, hand moving towards him, but he pulled back. "My father's passing was but a consequence of being outdoors.” He stated blankly, eyes staring forward, distantly. He never talked about his father's death, it wasn’t a topic he was very open about. “He committed no recklessness, yet the heavens saw fit to claim him.” Anthony's hands were beginning to shake before he clenched them into fists, “A virtuous man, struck down."

“Anthony-”

“What if I do not live a graciously long life?” He asked, head snapping to you, “What if I meet my end, just as young as my father?” He asked another question that you had no answer to other than, “Anthony you will live a long life-”

He stood abruptly, face red, eyes watering, “How could you possibly know that!” He yelled at you, “You do not!” He continued to yell, face such an angry red it almost scared you. He didn’t seem angry though, his eyes were filled with fear, he was scared. You did not expect him to yell or be so emotional, it hurt you deep in your heart to see him look so terrified about what could happen.

Anthony began to pace, hands in his hair and desperately pulling at his collar. “I didn’t even wish to marry,” He told you, seemingly muttering to himself. “I feared leaving my wife alone, especially if we were to have children.” He continued, not gazing at you at all.

You stood, slowly walking to him, “Yet, here you continue to stand,” You said, “alive,and wed.” You reminded him, concern flowing through you as he paced.

He stopped walking, looking at the wedding ring on his finger. “My mother was left with eight children to raise alone.” He mumbled, having to clear his throat from how low he was speaking. “I, the eldest, lost my father when I was eighteen left to carry his title and responsibility.” He spoke to you, reminding himself of all the information he didn’t know when he was eighteen and how he had to figure it all out, how he had to be the man of the house at such a young age. “I do not wish for you and our future child to endure the same fate.”

You were quiet, “Then why did you marry me?” You whispered, your expression was slightly crinkled but you were listening. Anthony had turned to you, a soft but sad expression on his face. He gently held your hands, looking into your eyes. “My affection for you was undeniable.” He confessed, cupping one of your cheeks with his large hand, a bit of sweat dripping down his forehead from being so worked up. “It was so difficult to be inexplicably in love with you and watch for you to have other suitors.” He continued, drawing a breath, “I was drawn to you, as a moth to flame.”

You licked your lips, “Yet, you still harbor fears of leaving me-”

“The responsibility of children and a title you cannot shed unless you remarry.” He interrupted you, thumbs rubbing at your cheeks. He looked at you desperately, desperate for you to understand how he was feeling, but you could not. “Which I have no intention to do.” You retorted to his comment, he is the only man you believe you’ll ever love and nothing will change that.

Anthony nodded, dropping his hands from your face. He remembered how he wasn’t there for his mother, for his family sometimes. “I acknowledge that I was a challenge to deal with for my mother.” He spoke, and you were aware of such things. He had admitted these feats to you during your courtship, during small corners of vulnerability. “I just do not wish for you to face similar struggles alone.” He finished his thought, ultimately refusing to meet your gaze as he found the bookcases to be far more interesting.

You shook your head, “She did not endure it alone.” You stated matter-of-factly. Anthony looked up, eyes blinking in confusion, “What?” He asked you, so you continued. “Your mother, she had you, she had Benedict, Colin, Daphne. All of her children were her solace and support.” You expressed to him, reminding him of all of his siblings. They all had each other, they were all her shoulder to cry on just as she was theirs.

Anthony sighed for the thousandth time within that conversation, “We were not easy children.” He told you. Eloise didn’t wish to marry, he had been such a terrible man of the house in the beginning, Benedict did not wish for the responsibility, Colin rushed into things too quickly, Daphne had so much going on when she was named the diamond of the season, his younger siblings couldn’t even fathom the world they were in.

“No child ever is.” You told him simply, holding his hand gently. This time, he did not pull away.

You smiled at him, kissing his cheek gently and pulling back to look him into his eyes. “Now,” You started, letting out the puff of air that was compressing your chest the entire conversation. “I’d prefer if we do not speak the subject of your demise as if it were to greet us at dawn.” You told him, the comment causing him to chuckle a bit, holding your hand a little tighter. “You will come down for dinner and we will enjoy a meal together.” You told him and he nodded, “I will be down in a moment, I shall see the papers are put away first.” He spoke, looking around to all the papers scattered on his desk and some even on the floor.

You left him to the papers and asked your maid to get dinner started, the woman asking if there were any preferences you wanted. The door had closed and Anthony was soon left alone.

Once the door had closed Anthony had begun to gasp for breath, unbuttoning the top of his shirt for air. His chest began to have as he leaned against the door, tears filling his eyes. He furiously wiped at them, trying so hard to push them back but he couldn’t stop them when a choked sob left his lips. His hands were shaking when they reached his face to wipe at his eyes hurriedly. The topic of conversation was difficult, you were so sure that the two of you would grow old together with your children, that you would not have to worry about being a widow, but Anthony was not so sure.

Everyday he saw a little bit of his father in himself and it terrified him. Such a good man was taken from the world by something as simple as a bee and it scared Anthony of everything around him. Sure, before he was not scared of death, even going as far as to call for a duel where he was prepared to die for his sister's honor. But now, he had you, and he did not wish to leave you.

Anthony shakily clasped his hands in a prayer, praying for all the time in the world to be with you. Praying for more time than his father had, praying for a chance. He muttered small prayers, “Please, I just wish to be with her, I will never ask for anything else.” He cried out quietly, eyes closed, tears pouring from his eyes. “I just want time, time with her, please.” He begged quietly, his prayers in reflection to how lonely he saw his mother was. She had so many children but he knew that his mother wished for his father to be there to help her everyday.

A knock had sounded at the door, the noise caused Anthony to stand quickly and rush to the other side of the room with documents, back to the door. He cleared his throat, sniffling one last time, “Enter.” He spoke, the door opening.

“Lord Bridgerton, dinner is served.” A footman had announced, standing in the doorway.

Anthony put the documents away, wiping his tears without the man noticing. “I shall be there in just a moment's time.” He told the man, putting some documents into the drawers. The man nodded and closed the door, going to inform you of the comment.

The door closed once more and Anthony felt his legs were so weak that he had almost collapsed into the furniture. One of his hands gripped the edge of the drawer, the other clawing at his chest. He felt as if every time he took a breath his chest would tighten, he felt nauseous, dizzy. The room was spinning and his vision was blurry from his tears. It almost seemed as if he were dying, but he was not, everything felt like so much but nothing was happening.

It all felt like too much.

He tried to take a few more deep breaths, the pain ceasing and his vision returning back to normal. He slowly exhaled, blinking and wiping his tears. He clenched his jaw as he stood up straight, muttering some words of ‘man of the house’, ‘loving husband’, ‘time’. He couldn't connect the words even if he tried, all he knew was that he was going to dinner.

All he knew was that his father's words rang in his head, but he kept shaking them from his mind. “You cannot show someone your best without allowing them to see your worst.” If only his father had told him how difficult it was to show someone your worst. How frightening it was to show true vulnerability, to find the words to explain feelings you don’t even understand fully yourself.

[nitewolf14]

I have a question. Putting aside ether you are team green or team black answer me this. Why the hell werent Allicent’s kids born with brown hair? Aren’t we led to believe brown hair/black hair is supposed to be some kind of dominant gene trait? Is it because Viserys was a pure bred Valyrian and that carried his genes through? This wouldn’t exactly make sense though! Even Rhaenys had black hair and Aemon was a pure Valyrian and he married a Baratheon I’m confused on how this didn’t happen with Allicent as well. Is this all just story convince for the sake of writing a war? Elia Martell had two children by Rhaegar and Rhaenys looked like a Martell while Aegon was reported to look like his father, pale hair and all. Aegon the unworthy had VARIOUS children that had various genes when it came to hair, skin color, and eyes. Rosey, the Otherys siblings, Aegor Rivers, Mya Rivers, Brynden Rivers, and Gwenys Rivers being examples of some of the children he had. Now don’t get me wrong, not all the kids Aegon the unworthy had were described but we DO know at least that bittersteel had purple eyes and black hair. That checks out, then we can assume the rest of them were a healthy mix of their parents. Besides the oddball Brynden aka Bloodraven and Shiera who had rare mismatched eyes like Alyssa Targaryen.

Now riddle me this. How is it possible NONE of Alicents kids came out with her coloring yet most of Rhaenyra’s kids did? At the very least some of Alicents kids should have had different eye colors yet there’s no mention of it, on the contrary, her kids looked like perfect Valyrian children. But…that’s not how genetics work 😭 at least ONE of them should have been the odd one out and some of Rhaenyra’s kids with Harwin should have come out with one of her characteristics in some way. Yet that’s not what happened!

Truthfully 😭 I think the Maesters either lied about the characteristics of the children or they put in false information to make the Targaryen’s to look as bad as possible. Fire and blood was made many centuries after the fact. It would have been so easy to just write out whatever you pleased about how people looked because no one was alive from that time period anymore 🤷🏾‍♀️ everyone around the current timeline in asoiaf would look to this history book as fact with no question because of how trusted they are supposed to be(because we know that the people in the story know of what happened back then. So at the very least the book has been around for a few years. Or at least the accounts of what happened has at any rate)

Sure, this could also be writers convince to write out the war but that’s so boring! 🤣 Not to mention there was literally a war dedicated to bastard Targaryens and how they looked!

This was just something that struck a cord in me and I thought it would be something fun to dive into!

[nasnasnasta]

Hello, I think your art is great ☺️💖, I have a question, how physically similar are Rhaenyra and her sweet sister Helaena? Many in the Fandom underestimate their relationship because there are no moments between the sisters together written in Fire and Blood, but Rhaenyra referred to her fondly unlike her other siblings, of course it could be because Helaena is a woman like her and therefore does not represent threats like Aegon, Aemond and Daeron, but it could also be because of Helaena's gentle personality, after all she was willing to spare her life, too bad that kindness didn't extend to her children😭🐀🧀🩸 I always envision Rhaenyra looking more like her mother Queen Aemma, with delicate features and silvery white hair (it's my personal headcanon that after Aemon, Daella had lighter hair and Aemma inherited it) but the eyes are more similar to Viserys although his shade of purple is more inhuman. Helaena, on the other hand, I think she could look like Viserys, have simpler features and less silver hair with violet eyes. What do you think? I would like a work by these sisters, there are not many.

Hi! Thanks for asking!

I always thought the sisters should resemble each other, probably Rhaenyra takes more from her mother, and Helaena from her father.

So I switched colors of the hair - more pale gold for Rhaenyra (as Arryns are sandy blonde like Jon Arryn) and silver for Healena.

Targaryens' features are too prominent, and there is a little fun - to add some features from their relatives from another families.

It's a shame that Aegon (2) didn't take after his mother. Probably the dance wouldn't happen, if he, as Rhaenyra's older children, didn't inherit Targaryen features))

And about relationship between sisters... Well, Rhaenyra was a teenager when Healena was born, and later a grown woman and a mother. Also, Rhaenyra was more extravagant and open, while Helaena tended to be more shy and silent.

I don't think they had a lot of moments they shared. Probably, by the time the sisters had kids, there was a chance of building warm connection. And Alicent would make everything not to let it happen.

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Forest Fire verse! Here's a chart of all of Lucemonds ELEVEN KIDS that they have at the end of the fic!

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(Firstborn)

Renaela Velaryon

- Sex: Female

- Age: 17 years old (present time)

- Hair: Loooong, white, and soooo curly

- Skin: tan with freckles everywhere

- Height: 5'8

- Eyes: Blue

- Dragon: Vermithor (Male)

Renaela claims Vermithor when she is just six years old. She had wandered into the Dragon Pit on Dragonstone when visiting, along with her cousin Aerela (see more soon) and they ended up getting lost. It doesn't take long for them to be completely split up and not knowing where to go to get out that is, until Vermithor finds Renaela and becomes enamored by the little girl. She wasn't afraid of him and refused to leave him alone even when he had gently shoved her away. So, like any beast should do, he settles her on his snout and carries her through the maze that is the Pit before finding her friend and taking them both to the entrance where her parents, Luke and Aemond.were, worried beyond belief. Several days later, Renaela sneaks back to the pit and calls for him and rides Vermithor for the first time, officially claiming him.

- A little bit about her:

Renaela is the firstborn out of eleven children officially sired by Luke and Aemond. She is the heir to Driftmark and Driftwood throne. She has a very close relationship with both her parents but finds herself to be closer with her father (Aemond). She's mischievous like her mother (Luke), has a fondness for strawberry sweets, loves to spend time sparring with her father who has taught her everything she knows about defending herself, and loves to dote on all her younger siblings. She also is a plenty experienced sailor, having ridden and driven ships and boats with her mother since she was young. However, Renaela spends most of her time in the skies, traveling around Westeros with Vermithor who shows her many wonders and, whilst doing so, she has been determined to make a completely accurate and updated version of the Seven Kingdoms, if only to have an excuse to travel.

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(First batch of Twins 😭😂)

Vaenyx Velaryon (Twin #1)

- Sex: Female

- Age: 14 (Present time)

- Hair: Down to her shoulders, white and wavy

- Skin: tan with freckles everywhere

- Height: 5'4

- Eyes: Purple

- Dragon (Hatched): Aenys (Male)

Aenys was hatched with Vaenyx in the crib. He is a bright white and silver dragon with longer wings than most dragons (actually looks a lot like Arrax without the red on his scales), and has a very soft and gentle demeanor unlike his rider. He enjoys being in the company of Vaenyx and finds joy in making her happy

.-Bio:

Vaenyx is a very headstrong, loud, and boisterous little girl. She knows what she wants and isn't afraid to say what's on her mind. She has a personality very much like her father and grandfather Daemon, being very pushy and a little bit manipulative at times. Despite that, she loves her family very much and has a very special spot in her heart for her identical twin, Vaenys. After all, the two were born together and it's said that they share dreams and thoughts as there have been moments where they have been heard to say the same thing at the same time, full entire sentences and one time, a full conversation. She is the older out of the both of them.

Vaenys Velaryon (Twin #2)

- Sex: Male

- Age: 14 (Present time)

- Hair: Down to his shoulders, white and straight

- Skin: tan and freckles everywhere

- Height: 5'6

- Eyes: Purple

- Dragon (Hatched): Aerys (Female)

Aerys hatched with Vaenys in the crib. She is smaller than her twin hatchling and has silver and blue scales that run down her back and all across her wings. Her fire is a pale blue and, as she grows, she is considered to be one of the fastest dragons in Westeros history.

- Bio:

Vaenys is rather much like his aunt Helaena in the way that he is very quiet and prefers to be by himself, with his mother (Luke), or his twin sister, Vaenyx. He loves to read and spends time researching the days of Old Valyria as he is fascinated by it. He often can be found reading to Aerys in the Dragon Pit and finds immense comfort in his mother. He likes to follow Luke around throughout the day and be by his side, very much a mama's boy indeed, hehe. He is very intelligent and is the best reader out of all of his siblings.

(Fun fact: Vaenyx and Vaenys are named opposingly to their gender for the sole fact that when Vaenyx was born, Aemond thought she was actually a he due to how much hair she had when she came out. He mistook her for her brother and then named her Vaenyx and her brother Vaenys. Lucerys thought it was so hilarious that they both decided to keep their names as such, despite the names being associated with the opposite gender.)

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(First batch of Triplets 🤪)

Visenya III Velaryon (Firstborn Triplet)

- Sex: Female

- Age: 11 (Present Time)

- Hair: White, long, braided, and straight

- Skin: Pale with little freckles

- Height: 4'9

- Eyes: Purple

- Dragon (Hatched): Vilarr (Male)

Vilarr was weak when he was born, not so much so but he grew slower than the other dragons. He is a bit ditzy and it took him about a year and a half before he was able to fly for the first time. He is a gray and red dragon with red on his wings and going down his back and his horns are a dark black.

- Bio:

Confident, outgoing, and an absolute sweetheart. She looks up to her eldest sister Renaela very much so and prefers to spend her time in the skies beside her sister. She also loves to draw and paint. She is the delight of the court and often sneaks inside of the council room during meetings just to get the attention of the lord's, ladies, and her parents. She loves to dress beautifully and look her best, especially for a certain someone…she has a slight (major) crush on her uncle Jacaerys.

Visenyx Velaryon (Secondborn Triplet)

- Sex: Male

- Age: 11 (Present time)

- Hair: White, medium length, and tied in a bun almost all of the time.

- Skin: Pale with freckles everywhere

- Height: 5'0

- Eyes: Blue

- Dragon (Hatched): Aemarys

- Personality: He's very excitable and loves adventure. He finds fascination in the world around him and often travels around in the secrets caves and paths in Driftmark's castle. He does have quite the temper when he does not get his way, though.

Visenys Velaryon (Thirdborn Triplet)

- Sex: Male

- Age: 11

- Hair: White, short, and extremely curly

- Height: 4'8

- Dragon: Egg didn't hatch but claims Sheepsteeler later in life at age fifteen.

- Personality: Quiet, angry, with a lot of angst but finds comfort in his mother (Luke), his aunt Baela, and grandfather Daemon. He spends a good amount of time training to make up for the fact that he doesn't have a dragon and often can be found spending time with Aemond.

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(Second batch of Twins 😅)

Jacaerys II Velaryon (Firstborn Twin)

- Sex: Male

- Age: 10

- Hair: Long and dark brown

- Skin: Tan with freckles everywhere

- Height: 4'6

- Eyes: Purple

- Dragon (Hatched): Meraxes II (Male)

- Bio:

He's a very happy child with a heart of gold. He loves to knit with his grandmother Rhaenyra and often begs to visit King's Landing to spend time with his uncle, Jacaerys I. The two are very close and Jacaerys I was the one to help him fly on Meraxes for the first time. He also had formed a special bond with his uncle's firstborn son; Rhaegar (Firstborn of Jacaerys I and Aegon II), becoming best friends as children and perhaps something more later in life. Furthermore, he likes to play with swords but, of course, was forbidden to do so but his elder brother Vaenys often takes him to the training grounds to play around a little bit, with his supervision of course.

Dacaerys Velaryon (Secondborn Twin)

- Sex: Male

- Age: 10 (Present time)

- Hair: White and very long, past his shoulders

- Skin: pale with little freckles

- Height: 4'6

- Eyes: Purple

- Dragon (Hatched): Vaerion (Male)

- Bio:

He is pretty timid and tends to stray towards his mother (Luke) but knows how to stand up for himself should the occasion arise. He spends time training with his elder brother Visenys and loves to read. Dacaerys also loves to sail out in the ocean with his eldest sister Renaela, the two being quite close as Dacaerys would cling to her as a babe.

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(Third batch of Twins)

Rhaenerys Velaryon (Firstborn Twin)

- Sex: Female

- Age: 8

- Hair: Long, white with multiple braids throughout her locks

- Skin: pale with little freckles

- Height: 4'4

- Eyes: Brown

- Dragon: Syraxes, a golden and flame red beast that she names after Syrax and Caraxes.

- Personality: A spitting image of her grandmother Rhaenyra with a personality just like hers as well. She is very confident and overall a very happy little girl. She loves dragons more than anything and has been stopped multiple times trying to attempt to ride Vhagar, Arrax, and her other siblings dragons since Syraxes isn't big enough for flying. She is doted upon by Rhaenyra and has formed a very special bond with her. Furthermore, she is very close to her younger sister, Aenelys...really close (foreshadowing).

Aenelys Velaryon (Secondborn Twin)

- Sex: Female

- Age: 8

- Hair: Long, curly, dark brown locks

- Skin: Tan with freckles everywhere

- Height: 4'3

- Eyes: Purple

- Dragon (Hatched): Jaelahna (Female)

Jaelahna hatched a month after Aenelys was born and the two have a very close bond, almost closer than all of Aenelys' other siblings and their own dragons. Jaelahna is a white and brown spotted beast with a long winding tail and large wings. She has a very tame personality and she is extremely protective of her rider.

- Bio:

The quietest out of all the siblings, Aenelys keeps to herself and does not enjoy talking very much. Growing up, she's been very insecure of her brown hair color since she's one of three of the odd ones out in the bunch with dark hair. She doesn't like to be out in public and would much rather be in her room with Rhaenerys. She is the closest to her elder twin sister and finds comfort in no one else but her and her grandmother, Alicent. Both her and her grandmother are very close and Alicent dotes on her quite a bit, after all, Aenelys is the spitting image of her. Later on in life, her and Rhaenerys can often be found together at all times during the day. They fly together, read together, travel together, do everything together. Aenelys has a hard time admitting it but, feelings for her sister begin to form and it takes a long time before she manages to admit not just to herself, but to Rhaenerys as well.

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Aemma Velaryon II

- Sex: Female

- Age: 4

- Hair: Length down to her shoulders, curly and white

- Skin: Tan with freckles everywhere

- Height: 3'7

- Eyes: Blue

- Dragon: Did not hatch but claims Seasmoke later in life at age ten

- Personality: Aemma is timid and keeps to herself. She's spoiled beyond belief as she is the babe of the family and is the most attached to her father, mother, and grandmother Rhaenyra. She has a massive sweet tooth and loves lemon flavored treats.