#rhaegar 001

[bloodfcrblood]

setting: before the kingdom of new valyria departs to the westerlands, saella is observing her gladiators sparring on the tourney grounds, and notices a familiar, ghostly figure amongst them ; starter for @fromthcfires

context: this is before it is known that rhaegar targaryen lives.

the sounds of wooden swords clashing against one another filled the air as saella qoherys observed some of her best gladiators within the sparring grounds, readying themselves to be presented in the westerlands tournaments. lilac hues keenly watched as a cup of spiced wine hung delicately between fingers. while she often used these opportunities to draw in more sponsors, wining and dining them while they watched gladiators in their element in real time, today she were alone, save for some swords of her house. it were times like these where she solely watched and noted what could be better, though she knew little of the art of the sword, she knew much of what a performance should be - and it were much of that than anything else.

an unfamiliar figure, however, found itself within the ground. lilac hues bore into the figure, who moved sparring sword with ease and skill, nobly trained, for certain, and quick on his feet. he was not one of her men, and she wondered who he was at all. the lady rose to her feet, approaching the railing of the balcony she sat at that overlooked the grounds, and in taking notice of this, the lead gladiator called to the others to cease, and ready themselves to hear what their lady had to say. saella continued to look at the silver-haired fighter in their midst, who's features were that of one who was long dead.

were he a dragonseed? she did not think so. if a dragonseed had come to her ludus, she would have taken special notice, and they would have received different treatment. though their blood was tainted, they were still of old valyria. no - he was no bastard. "it is as if i have been transported back in time, my lord." she called, a small sense of jest in her voice, gauging his reaction.

she were a young girl visiting the crownlands long before the dragons danced and the skies raged with flame and death. saella had known the faces of all the prince's of the realm, both green and black, and she never quite forgot a face. "though last i heard you were no longer of this world." she gestured for him to come closer so they could speak more directly. "where have you been all this time, prince rhaegar?"

[visxionaries]

who: @fromthcfires when and where: following his conversation with king jaehaerys targaryen, cedric meets the targaryen representative during this plot...and he does not like the big question mark rhaegar targaryen is.

king cedric tyrell observed prince rhaegar targaryen with careful scrutiny as they walked through the reach’s council chambers, the late afternoon sun streaming through the arched windows. the golden light cast an almost ethereal glow around rhaegar, though his calm, enigmatic demeanor unsettled cedric more than he cared to admit. rhaegar’s silence was not the kind cedric was accustomed to—it wasn’t borne of caution or defiance but something deeper, almost impenetrable.

cedric could usually read men like a well-thumbed book, but rhaegar was a tome written in a foreign tongue, and that frustrated him.

cedric clasped his hands behind his back as they moved through the room, pausing before an open window to take in the breeze. “you’ve been quiet, prince rhaegar. i wonder if that’s a habit of yours or a strategy.” his tone was a light taunt, words that carried weight as he glanced sidelong at the targaryen, hoping for a reaction, some tell that would give him insight into the man sent to oversee his plans. rhaegar’s expression remained unreadable, his lilac eyes fixed on the horizon. cedric pressed on, unwilling to let the silence linger too long.

“jaehaerys is wise to send someone with your... unique history,” he said, choosing his words deliberately. directly. was this targaryen mad? he knew jaehaerys was, and he needed to work out what he was dealing with when it came to this one.

“you’ve been to places most of us only hear about in stories. you’ve seen the worst of men, i’d wager, and perhaps the best too, if such a thing exists. that perspective must serve your king well.” he turned back to face rhaegar fully, the faintest hint of a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. this was all becoming quite typical of the targaryens now; new family members rearing their heads, claiming they were never dead. “i admit, though, i find it curious. your return to prominence after so many years, your role now...what is it exactly? ambassador?"

finally, he cracked his charming grin; one laced with gold and silver words, with vivid blue eyes that seemed to glimmer, and yet it were as though it were empty. not callous, not cold, but simply empty; without meaning, or value. “i’m not sure what to make of you, rhaegar. perhaps that’s by design. but understand this—i will do what needs to be done for the reach, for our people. whatever that requires.” he cast one last look at the prince before turning back to the view, a laugh coming from him. “i trust you’ll be watching.”

[myriamas]

who: @fromthcfires when and where: a date with rhaegar targaryen braavosi lady gaga context: myri has no clue, but comes across braavosi lady gaga during one of the celebrations within casterly rock. naturally, new valyria has just lost nightsong - so this situation in reality is a tad bit dangerous.

the flickering light of the lanterns danced across the courtyard, illuminating the gathered nobles in a hazy gold that softened every sharp edge. laughter echoed, buoyed by the heady scent of spiced wine and freshly picked roses. myriam sat perched on a curved stone bench, her sari of deep wine shimmering with every subtle movement. the air clung warm and close, though it did little to dampen her mood. her attention had been half-captured by the swirling conversation around her, but then her gaze landed on her.

seated with languid ease, a woman whose presence demanded attention without uttering a word.

she was unlike anyone myriam had encountered: sharp, angular beauty softened by a veil of eccentricity. her hair was cropped short but gilded with streaks of shimmering silver, her lips painted a deep obsidian, and her attire—braavosi without question—was a mosaic of intricate patterns and asymmetry, bold and theatrical. “you are...different,” myriam said, her words slipping out before she could fully measure them. no doubt the sweetness of the wine tongue only added to how casually her words tumbled from her lips. her dark eyes lingered on the stranger, a curiosity she couldn’t shake.

“and not just because no one here seems to breathe quite as you do, braavosi,” she teased lightly, her smile curving like a scimitar's golden edge.

she leaned forward, letting her bangles clink softly against her bare arm. “tell me,” myriam continued, her voice lowering just enough to be conspiratorial. “is this your first time in casterly rock? because i’d wager, with your... flair,” she gestured delicately, “this isn’t your usual choice of party.” there was something in the woman’s posture, in the way she tilted her head and allowed a beat of silence before speaking, that tickled myriam’s suspicions. she was too poised, too precise. yet, if there was danger here, it didn’t reveal itself. not yet.

it was then her mind swirled again, and she straightened in her seat. "who are you attending with?" her question was slightly blunter than usual, masked behind a smile and a look of curiosity. she found herself transfixed by the clothing most of all.

[naelysvelaryon]

who: @fromthcfires when and where: set two days after her encounter with king jaehaerys targaryen, naelys velaryon runs into a relatively unknown individual to her. context: she never knew rhaegar well....

the ball was a labyrinth of light and shadow, laughter and whispers swirling together under the vaulted ceiling of the red keep. naelys velaryon sat at one of the long, polished tables, its surface gleaming like dark water beneath the flicker of candlelight. the hall was stiflingly warm, though she felt a strange chill along the back of her neck as her gaze wandered over the faces she did not know. so many strangers, so many secrets cloaked in silk and wine. her own gown, pale violet edged with silver, brushed against her ankles as she shifted in her seat.

her hands rested lightly in her lap, fingers curling and uncurling with restless energy. her dark hair fell loose about her shoulders, the strands often spilling into her eyes. she would sweep them back absently, only for them to tumble forward again.

she had not meant to look at him. not at first. but something about the man sitting across the table—a few seats down—drew her attention. the stark white of his hair, the sharp lines of his profile, the faint gleam of violet in his gaze when the candlelight caught it. he was unmistakably targaryen, yet unfamiliar. that alone was strange. her brow furrowed slightly as she glanced away, uncertain why she felt unsettled. she sipped her wine, letting its warmth spread through her chest, but the unease lingered.

his presence gnawed at the edge of her mind like a half-forgotten dream, elusive and insistent. they must have run into one another as children.

when their hands brushed, she immediately darted her hand back, having not seen him reach for the same platter of candied almonds—had been too lost in her thoughts. her fingers froze against his for a moment, the contact feather-light yet startling. her eyes flicked up, and there he was. closer now, his face framed by that ghostly hair, his gaze fixed on hers. “...apologies,” she murmured, withdrawing her hand as though burned. and she remained silent despite being sat across from him, remained silent for the rest of the night.

[falcxnprince]

setting: flashback to king’s landing during the coronation of jaehaerys ii targaryen, rhys has just arrived from across the narrow sea and spots a familiar face ; starter for @fromthcfires

the stench of kings landing was just as he had remember from days long ago, days that seemed like a fever dream compared to what the world become now after the dragons danced in the sky. it were a strange feeling of anxiety and nostalgia wrapped together, being there. the cobblestones did not do his aching joints any good, and he fear his cane would find itself wedged and cause him to trip. he navigated the streets slowly, carefully. rhys arryn did not much care if he were recognized, though little had the confidence to stare long at a cripple.

a pair of eyes however, caught his attention. eyes he had thought of often, a woman he had met in braavos that piqued his interest. she were witty, smart, and that made her all the more attractive to him. it helped, too, that she was beautiful, otherworldly, it were perhaps the valyrian he was certain was within her. a grin spread across his features as he managed his way towards the woman.

“never thought i’d see the likes of you here.” he stated in jest, though now he were entirely curious as to what business she had here, at the same time that he chose to return, too. “did you follow me all the way?” rhys questioned, tone one of humor though brows rose in genuine interest at her answer.

[fromspringandfire]

laena’s fingers brushed the embroidery of her dress as she listened, her gaze thoughtful. “braavos sounds like a place that doesn’t offer much kindness,” she said softly, her voice steady but tinged with a quiet sadness. “beauty and shadows, wealth and desperation… it seems like the kind of place that can shape you as much as it tests you.”

she tilted her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. “but hearing you speak of it... i can’t help but think you’ve taken something from it, even if it wasn’t joy. the way you describe the canals and the people—it feels as if you saw beyond the surface, even if you say you learned to see nothing.” a faint smile tugged at her lips. “maybe that’s its lesson, in a way. to sharpen you, just as they sharpen their blades.”

her expression softened further as her voice dropped slightly. “but it sounds lonely, rhaegar. i’m sorry it wasn’t a place where you could grow the way you deserved to.” she paused, brushing a strand of hair from her face as the evening light glimmered over them. “still, i’m glad you’ve come back. whatever braavos gave you—or took from you—you’re here now.”

her gaze drifted toward the horizon briefly, where the sky was deepening with the last rays of sunlight. “it’s funny,” she mused. “you said their sunsets couldn’t match the ones we used to watch in king’s landing. i wonder if it’s because of the place itself, or if it’s the company that makes the difference.” she glanced back at him, a gentle smile playing at her lips. “for me, it’s always been the company.”

laena tilted her head slightly, her gaze soft as she regarded rhaegar. “you’ve seen so much,” she said gently. “and it sounds like east gave you plenty to think about, even if it didn’t give you much to enjoy. but now that you’re back, where do you hope to begin again? what do you see for yourself here, in westeros?”

her lips curved into a faint, encouraging smile. “i hope you find a place where you can carve your space in the world. you deserve that.” she paused, her tone softening further. “after all you’ve experienced, what do you want to make of this second chance?”

Rhaegar studied her as she spoke, his gaze soft but searching. Laena’s hesitations, the way her fingers brushed her dress, the flicker of nerves in her smile - it all spoke louder than her words. He knew better than to press. They both carried their burdens, and some weights weren’t meant to be shared all at once.

“You’ve always been one to create something whole from broken pieces,” he said gently, a small smile touching his lips. “I can see why you’d find solace in Longtable. And in sewing.” His tone held a note of admiration, tinged with a wistfulness that was difficult to place. “It suits you, Lae. Building, mending, finding purpose in what others might overlook.”

When she asked about Braavos, his smile tightened, his shoulders shifting slightly as though under an invisible weight. “Braavos…” he began, his voice trailing off as he chose his words carefully. “It’s a city of contrasts. Beauty and shadows, wealth and desperation. You see everything there, and yet, you learn to see nothing at all.” His hand brushed through his silver hair, the gesture almost absent. “The canals are like veins running through its heart. And the people… they’re as sharp and unyielding as the blades they wield.”

He hesitated, his voice softening. “I saw much, Laena, but enjoyed little. It wasn’t a place for boys to grow into men.” There was a fleeting vulnerability in his words, but he quickly masked it. “Still, I’m here now.”

He reached out, resting his hand briefly over hers where it still lingered on his arm. “Some stories, perhaps, are better for another time. For both of us.” His smile deepened slightly, warmer now. “But I will tell you one thing about Braavos. The sunsets there never quite matched the ones we’d watch as children, here in King's Landing.”

[visratarg]

▮ ❛ in a ante room at red keep, kingsland, looking forward to a chat with her cousin, rhaegar targaryen @fromthcfires ❜ ──

Viserra Targaryen, underneath an ultra-extravagant and truly arrogant veneer, hid a fragile and restless persona. Things weren't easy for the silver princess during the war, so many losses, so many sacrifices and so much pain. The princess, at the beginning of it all, was just a child, young, with no real understanding of what was happening within the castle walls and, by the end of the war, she had become a survivor, a prisoner. And things could have been easier from then on, a quiet life after the damage, rebuilding everything. But perhaps the 7 simply didn't want it that way, once again Viserra had been thrown into a wheel in which she had no control, once again a puppet, a piece, perhaps being imprisoned was her penance in the world. 

But one thing that comforted her was that someone in all this understood her, or came close to understanding what she had been through; allowing her the feeling of a certain confidence to talk about what she had been through. It wasn't her brother, Jaehaerys, unfortunately, even though the King was one of the most understanding and open to all her ways, desires and wishes; there were certain things that Viserra chose to keep secret from him, just as she knew her twin did the same. A twin connection that screamed privacy. Or at least that's what she thought.

But with Rhaegar she felt comfortable simply talking about what it was like to be locked away for so long, watching time pass slowly while her body lost all will to exist; as if her muscles gave up before her mind. Viserra still couldn't understand how his cousin was alive, and had many questions about it, such as why, where and why he had come back after so long. He could be free of the whole situation that Targaryen blood had created, but once a Targaryen, always a Targaryen. 

"How are you?" is the first thing the platinum princess says as she enters one of the Red Keep's ante rooms, knowing full well that her cousin will be there; the adorable little boy she loves to irritate and put out of her mind "We haven't managed to catch up on the important conversations yet, cousin" She moves closer to him, straightening her posture and keeping her arms behind her back, linking her hands to disguise her slight anxiety "I'm going to start thinking you're running away from me" She jokes, giving Rhaegar a small smile. The green princess hoped he was still the same, or at least his relationship with her.

[cquity]

characters: Lyanna Stark & Rhaegar Targaryen || @mdnghtrxin

location: Naporia Pride Parade

lyanna had been mid chew of a hotdog when her eyes caught the sight of the blonde hair in the crowd, her mouth going dry as she tried to swallow her meal. instantly her legs were moving to catch up with the stranger, eyes prickling with tears at the idea she may have found him here in this strange world. "rhaegar?" she called out, her voice breaking on the last few sounds.

[wyldewillow]

event starter: @fromthcfires setting: casino night. context: rhaegar once worked as part of willow's security squad when she founded her controversial political party, he eventually discovered her mafia connections and her corrupt ways, and asked to be dismissed.

willow memorised most people who worked closely to her in some shape or form. it was important to keep track of those who had been in her inner circle, especially if they left it. rhaegar was such a case. him quitting had been abrupt, which always made her suspicious, and so she used her connections to dig up anything that she could on him. it was in a file somewhere, ready to be perused to find something to use as blackmail if need be. she worried that it would mess with her targaryen connections, so it was always going to be a last resort. she was not supposed to know his full name, but it was one of the things that she had dug up on him. it complicated matters, but only if rhaegar decided to do something dumb.

it was not a coincidence when she sat next to him at the blackjack table. it was a good opportunity to stick her finger into the ground, to assess if this man was a threat to her. when the dealer declared that there was going to be a short break, she immediately turned halfway to look at rhaegar. “if you were wondering, i do remember you.” willow could smile and be charming when she wanted to, sometimes more convincingly than other times. “i hope everything has worked out well for you at your new assignment. it was a shame you had to leave us so soon.” she took a sip of her wine while still keeping an eye on him.

[rcgued]

an independent, private multimuse blog featuring characters from george rr martin's a song of ice and fire series and fire & blood. a mixture of book-based, show-based & head canon-based. as loved by cat. please note: this blog is super low activity & will be iconless.

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PRIMARY : i. daemon targaryen // fire & blood. ii. jon snow // asoiaf.

SECONDARY : iii. jaime lannister // asoiaf. iv. bran stark // asoiaf.

TERTIARY : vi. rhaegar targaryen // asoiaf. vii. tyrion lannister // asoiaf.

TEST : viii. ramsay bolton // asoiaf. ix. arya stark // asoiaf.

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[undead-bones]

Some exemples to my other posts's ideas

Inaction/Neutrality. (Cowardice? Refusal to Save? To Rebel? To Protect? To Punish? To get Revenge? To Fight Back? To Stop? Or denied you the right to take said action?)

Abuse? Refugees? Punishment? Insult? Revenge? Injustice? Didn't save you/take you from the bad situation you're in? Let the person hurt you? Expect to accept the bullshit?

Doran Martell, Hinata (for Neji), Thranduil, Jaime Lannister (for Rhaella), the Valar.

Ungratefulness (Betray after they Help/Save you? Refuse to aid after everything you did and sacrifice for them? Don't valorize you enough?).

Defended when they lied. Killed because they helped you. Demand help/forgiveness after what they did to you. Got in trouble for helping them and was abandoned.

Walder Frey, Ariadne, Cersei (with Ned), Daenerys (with the Starks).

Not taking your side in the conflict. They forgive and stay with the person who wronged you (both of you?) or take their side, befriend or ally with said person, even help in hurting you or save them. Assist in the cover up. Or even giving a false testimony.

Finrod, Celebrimbor, King Viserys, Ned, Ollie, Sawada Nana, Wei Wuxian.

A character does shit and runs away, leaving their friends/family behind to suffer the consequences (or stigma) of being associated with them.

Defector, Run Away Bride, Evil Lineage, Kidnapped by Enemies

Rhaegar, Paris, Orochimaru (with Anko), Iemitsu.

Traitor of the Folk or Race/Category Traitor, maybe can be related to the '•' above or a Hunter of His Own Kind. (Inner-Prejudice maybe? Denial of Origin? Mixed Heritage? Or marrying someone of a 'lesser' kin can be considered 'treason'. Depends which the Folk in question is the considered superior/inferior, or can be a more Grey area too)

Raised by Rival/Adopted, Pretend to be Evil, Survival, Exception

Honerva (Haggar), Mance Rayder (kinda?), Norlin 'Silver Zoro', Uchiha Itachi, Conner (the Android), Raine Whispers.

Blitz and Fizzarolli from HB are considered that by Striker

Having a Relationship (or even children) with a member of a group you are prejudicial against is another level of wild shit

Turns Against (their Faction? Their Family? their Leader? A member? Encouraged by a specific person?)

Nargothrond, Argella Durrandon, Havria.

Amnesic Crimes (maybe being unaware or mind controled?)

Bucky, Roy Clone, Clone Trooper Fox, Amnesic Villain, Hercules, Light Yagami

Pre Redemption Crimes

Ignus, Maleficent, Jaime Lannister, Ollie

Seduce an Character (like a Lady Mcbeth/Evil Advisor, Evil Stepmother, Black Widow or an Gold Digger). A powerful person? political power? magical? Its an non-human supernatural being? Your Archnemesis? A Love Matyr? Manipulation? For their assistance/help? Face-Heel Turn? Using a person's feelings for your own benefit? Revenge? (on your other love? On the subject in question or someone related to them?)

Human Weapon

Mal (Descendants), Alyss Baskerville, Lysa Arryn, Ilosovic Stayne, Cora from Ouat, Queen Ariana (Barbie), Stephan (Maleficent), Annatar (Silm), Prince Hans

Secret Child

Of a posmortum character, missing, trump card, revenge, throne rival.

Oak Greenbriar, Jon Snow, Setsuna and Towa, Jinmi, Luke and Leia, Lyra Belaqua, Kubo, Jenna Greenwood, Jake Brandon, the Sawada Family, Aurora, Killmonger, Ryan Butcher, Melody (Ariel), Historia Reiss, Arthur Curry

Chosen One Wannabe/I Could Have been a Containder

Orochimaru, Princess Rhaenys, Morro, Tai Lung.

There is Another/Hidden Tribe

Planet Pollux, Pandas (Po's Family), Maleficent's people, Quincy, Rio 2. Kara Danvers.

Locked in the Basement

Giles Grimm, Morpheus, Lapis Lazulli, Elk (Centaurworld)

Battle Royality/Infiltration

Joshua (twewy), Player 001 (Squid Game), Logan (Jigsaw)

Loyal Servant

Xiao, Sui-Feng

Villain and Hero (kind off?) have a kid together

BB (Kill Bill), Alice Baskeville (PH), Damian Wayne, Zuko (Cuz of Ursa), Sephiroth, Luke Skywalker, Kubo, Illyasviel Von Einzbern, Lloyd Garmadon

Identity

Yue, Venti, Utawarerumono, Yaotl, Gabriel (SP)

Alayne Stole, Mare Barrow

Vessel/In another Form

Bakura, Kurama, Kur, Blue Beetle, Angra Mainyu, Fnaf's Animatronics

Mogget Abhorsen, Annatar, Neliel Tu Oderschvank, Yaolt, Annatar

Unfriendly Fire

Anna of Arendelle, Rin Nohara, Yanli, Crepus Ragnvindr, Connla

Recruit the Enemy

Celaena (TOG), Levi Arckerman, Mukuro Rokudo, Suicide Squad, Xiao

Exiled

Dionysus, Kaedehara Kazuha, Zuko

Random Excentric is actually plot relevant and OP

Freya (GOW), Urahara Kisuke, San Lang (HOB), Old Man Mcgucket (Gravity Falls)

[cxndyman]

[rhaekingsley]

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tag dump. ( rhaegar. )

[lencra]

lenora's first meeting with rhaegar had not gone well. she had been sleeping peacefully next to her husband, and suddenly there had been shouting, and she had scrambled out of bed to get the guards to protect their king… and herself. she had thought him an assassin. it was only later she was told who he really was. she was not sure that another cousin of jaehaerys' showing up was a good thing, but at least this was one had been on the same side in the war. she gave a respectful nod as he bowed before her.

“indeed, we have not. when we first met, i thought you were there to murder my husband.” it was a veiled criticism of how he had decided to make his return to king's landing. lenora still did not understand what the need had been for such an introduction. surely he could simply have shown up at court, but it was clear that rhaegar wanted his return to court to be a quiet affair publicly. that part intrigued her. “i vastly prefer this introduction, your highness, but we are pleased you have returned to us all the same.” her voice was gentle as it often was. she almost always spoke calmly even when she felt far from it.

the return of a targaryen prince could be a good thing for her if the pieces all aligned. he was a new player entering the board. “it must be odd to have returned to a different westeros than when you left, but you must be pleased to see jaehaerys was crowned king.” she knew that new valyria was meant to be a new start for everyone, an attempt to make people forget about green and black, but she did not believe that everyone could so easily forget.

who: @lencra when: the knowledge of the returned prince's identity is still a private matter. now revealed to his cousin, king jaehaerys, it is time to speak to the newer members of his family. like his cousin's queen.

He had happened upon Queen Lenora by chance, really. She was not someone Rhaegar knew beyond tales of the people and watching her from the middle of a crowded room, taking in her demeanor, the way she spoke and moved and carried herself. Tales of her gentle nature and the sorrows that had befallen the Queen carried over the breeze in the market place and all over.

There was no particular need to trace her steps and dive deeply into her daily habits. They resided in the same building. It was new for Rhaegar, that he did not need to seek someone out from the shadows or the darkness and cover of night.

He ended up finding her outside in the gardens, surrounded by lush green and the soft smell of flowers in bloom. The pavilion was filled with Her Grace and her ladies, enjoying one another's company with wine served in delicate glass chalices. "Your Grace," he gave a small bow, as he remembered was customary. Rhaegar had not surrounded himself with royalty in so long that the gesture felt almost stiff. "I do not believe we have had the pleasure of being introduced to one another yet." Strange, don't you think, he wanted to add, but did not. Strange that we are family now without ever having met before.

[ffirekissed]

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