#rhaella post

[anew-flame]

Imma be honest I don’t trust Illario one bit.

[horizon-verizon]

"Instead, he married Rohanne and had several sons and daughters" THIS! If Daemon had been in love with Daenerys, we would expect to see some form of resistance to his own marriage, but no such resistance exists. Yet he agreed to it, received lands, and built a life separate from Daenerys. He did not protest, delay, or seek an alternative. He embraced the match and went on to have multiple children with Rohanne. Nothing about his actions suggests a man consumed by love for another woman. He was even present at the tourney celebrating Daenerys’s marriage. If her wedding had been an unbearable slight against him, why would he willingly attend the event? Instead, he competed as any other noble would in a tournament held in Daenerys’s honor. He did not challenge Daeron’s decision, he did not take any action in protest, and most importantly, he did not rebel for another eight years. If Daenerys’s marriage was the true cause of his displeasure, why the long delay? Because Daemon's "love" for Daenerys is nothing more than propaganda crafted by his supporters to make his cause seem more tragic. Now, Bonifer Hasty was said to be infatuated with Rhaella. Their feelings were said to be mutual, and when she was married to Aerys, he dedicated himself to religious service, believing that "only the Maiden could take Rhaella’s place in his heart." He withdrew from courtly life, rejected personal ambition, and built his identity around faith and chastity. Daemon, on the other hand, lived under Daeron’s rule for nearly a decade before taking up arms. He did not renounce his noble status, nor did he ever protest his marriage to Rohanne. Because his rebellion was a statement of his belief that he was the better Targaryen, his entitlement, and the anti-Dornish sentiment.

Post anon is talking about.

Good comparison to Bonifer Hasty. Don't really have any notes, totally forgot Daemon was at that tourney.

[visenyaism]

Dany avoiding Egg's mistake of looking back, when I don't think Viserys and other bothered to teach her alot about him is fitting.

I think he would have adored her

my thing about dany and her family members is that i think they would have really struggled to understand her- targaryens in the royal house have never treated their daughters particularly well and she is this cycle breaker who got dragons to hatch by looking forward instead of backwards. (and maybe this goes vice versa a little bit too- dany can’t really understand what it’s like to be raised in immense privilege with power being a natural expectation and not something you have to take.)

like i bet egg WOULD love dany, but i think if she was his daughter, King Aegon V would’ve still married her off for political gain. that’s the difference between the two is although they had very similar goals, Egg got too entrenched in the feudal system and the rot got him in the end. genuinely believe none of her ancestors would be able to understand what exactly let her walk out of the fire unharmed and with dragons and that’s why so many of them including egg killed themselves trying to do it.

[allyriadayne]

People unironically like naerys and they don't even want to whump her...

[countrymusiclover]

48 - History Sometimes Repeats Itself

Part 49

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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One month later 

Hearing the chamber door gently closing  I lifted my head up from the pillows seeing my husband entering the room that early morning.  The sunrise was just beginning to break through the thin curtains blowing in the balcony window doorway.  Rolling over to face the doorway I eyed my husband muttering in a sleepy tone.  “How in the realm are you still a morning person after all these years?” 

“I’ve been a knight longer than I was ever a Lord or should I say Queen Consort now.  It's something I am simply used to now.” Jaime flashed me a cheeky grin beginning to remove his boots and drop them near the closed door.   He had told me it was going to be weird living in the Red Keep and not be required to wear guard armor every day unless he wanted to. 

Shifting myself to sit up more on the pillows stacked up behind me.  “I could name you King if you wished.” 

“God's no.  I have no desire to have a crown placed on my head.  Plus I'm not sure the people would be too happy to have the former Kingslayer seat the throne.” Jaime reminded me sitting down on the edge of the bed making it dip at his weight. 

Scooting closer to his body I wrapped my arms around his middle.  Laying my head against his shoulder while I trailed kisses down the side of his neck.  “You're not the unhonorable Kingslayer to me.  You never have been and never will be.” 

“Vaella-” He turns around on the mattress picking me up and sitting me down on his lap.  “You're not like the others.  You have always got to see the other side of the man I am.” 

Sending him a genuine smile I pressed my lips fully upon his.  “I love every part of the man that you are, Jaime Lannister.” 

“I love you, Vaella.” He declares cupping the side of my face in his right hand and his golden hand pushing me onto my back.  I grinned into the kiss threading my fingers into his long hair that he had kept after the war cause I told him how much I loved it.  Jaime moved one of my legs over his bringing our bodies closer with every kiss that got deeper and more passionate as we went on.  

“Mom! Dad! Help me!” Jaime and I’s kissing session was cut short hearing our youngest daughters crying from outside of our chamber door. 

Tossing the covers off of my body I scrambled to the door only wearing a thin nightgown running barefoot across the marble floor.  Flinging the door open my daughter flings herself up into my arms nearly making me stumble backwards catching her body.  “Rhana offf - what- what’s wrong.  Tell me what happened.” 

“He - he tried to take my dress off and - and he said he wanted to sleep with me.” She sobbed into my shoulder until her father scooped her up into his arms. after falling out of the bed and coming over to where we stood. 

He whispered softly into her ear.  “Who was it, sweetheart?” 

“Ewan.” She croaked out in more tears. 

Ewan Lansel, the bastard son of the late Gerold Hightower.  Jaime and I had kept some of his sisters former guards and he was one of them.  Jaime originally thought we should get rid of him but this man wasn't the knight who tried to rape me years ago when my parents were still alive.  

Stomping out into the hallway I noticed a different guard patrolling the hallways.  “Ser Knight.  I call for your assistance.” 

“Yes, your grace.” He bowed to me. 

Lifting my chin up slightly I clutched my hands into fists wanting to find the man responsible.  “Find Ser Ewan immediately for he is to be arrested for attempted rape on a member of the royal family.” 

“Right away, my queen.” The knight ran past me in a quick pass before I headed back inside to comfort my child from the horror she had just faced. 

That next morning rain and a light thunder had come down upon the city of Kings Landing.  Staring out the shut window I didn’t want to leave my chambers for I knew what was coming if I left here.  

I would be executing a man today for hurting my daughter. 

A gentle knock could be heard behind me from the shut door so I allowed whoever it was the permission to come inside.  “Come in.” 

“Vaella  - forgive me your grace.” Tyrion peeked his head inside the room, addressing me with a bow given the fact that I was wearing the crown Jaime had made me on my head that now represents the ruler of the Eight Kingdoms. 

Shaking my head I waved my friend and royal Hand to not worry about properly addressing me.  “Tyrion, don't bother with the formality.  Come in and tell me what you need to talk with me about.” 

“You don’t have to execute the knight.  We can go another direction if you simply say the word.” He suggested crossing the room, clasping his hands together in front of his chest when he finally stopped in front of me. 

Slumping my shoulders I replied doing the best I could to put on a brave face.  “I appreciate your advice, my friend.  I truly do.  But this man hurt my daughter.” 

“Vaella, we shouldn’t resort to violence since we are hoping to make a different way of life for our people.” He softly spoke back to me. 

Lowering myself down on a knee to be eye level with the dwarf I placed my hands over his.  “Tyrion, I don’t want to start with violence but I refuse to do nothing for what this man tried to do to my daughter.  I was older than she was when one of my fathers knights assaulted me.  My parents didn’t do anything about what occurred so I refuse to let the same thing happen to Rhana.  You don’t have to agree with me but you should know this is happening.” Raising myself to stand my friend slowly nodded his head watching me leave the room following after me a few minutes later. 

My boots squished in the muddy ground behind them as I walked across until I stood in front of the knight who had sworn to protect me and my family.  Keeping my hands down at my sides the weight of the crown on my head had never felt heavier than in this moment.  “You gave me your word, Ser Lansel.  And yet you’ve now attempted to rape my youngest daughter.  I demand to know why.” 

“She’s always been kind to me.  I assumed that she felt the same way I feel about her.” The knight responded, meeting my gaze. 

Clutching my hands into fists at my side I snapped back.  “You’re eighteen.  She’s far too young for you!” 

“Vaella.” Jaime’s gentle voice met my ears when he touched my forearm tugging me backwards to give us some privacy to talk.  “You don’t have to do this.  We could have one of the other knights or me execute him.” 

He could see it in my eyes that I didn’t want to kill anyone.  My father was known to execute anyone he assumed to be a threat.  I didn’t want to be seen the same way.  But this man hurt a member of my family.  “I have to do this, Jaime. I called for his arrest.  I have to be the one to finish it.” 

Lord Selmy came over to me drawing my sword out from the sword holder he carried for me.  “My Queen.” He bent down a knee holding it up in his palms till I picked up the blade. 

“Ser Ewan Lansel, Bastard of Gerold Hightower.  Here in sight of Gods and Men I sentence you to die.  Do you have any final words?” 

Ewan lifted his head up from the block, locking his gaze on Rhana who was standing off to the side with her siblings and their Uncle Tyrion.  “We belong together, Rhana.  You shouldn’t have gone crying to your parents like a weak girl.” 

“Urgh!” I raised the blade above my shoulder signaling for the knight behind Ewan to shove his head back down on the block.  Once the knight had stepped away I brought the weapon down and separated his head from his body.  

My whole body froze in that moment while I just stared at the now dead body laying at my feet.  The weapon slipped from my fingers dropping into the muddy dirt before I collapsed down onto my knees.  I felt my chest tightening making it hard to catch my breath when I bent my face down sobbing into my hands until I felt Jaime’s calming hand touching my shoulder.  “Vae, Vae, look at me.  Are you okay?” 

“J-Jaime - I - I shouldn’t have done that.  I don’t- don’t want to ever do that again.” I croaked out through heavy tears streaming down my cheeks.  Jaime pushed my body against his chest cradling the back of my head in his real hand.  “I don’t- I can’t do this.  I can’t be a good queen.” 

My husband kissed the crown of my head whispering back to me.  “Sssh don’t say that, Vaella.  You will be an amazing queen.  Just give it time and we will figure this out together like always.” 

This life certainly wasn’t easy for either of us.  But for certain we would make sure by all the gods and men that we would change Westeros for the better. 

[rainwingmarvel7]

Children of Alistair Dormaire

Alysanne Targaryen - Queen Consort of the Six Kingdoms

Rhaella Targaryen - Queen of Meereen

[amethysttribble]

Female Feanor leads to accidental fix-it? I don't think anyone was expecting that lol. And I'm guessing she read Mae's name and remembered?

Uuuuhhhhh, more like the fem!Feanor AU was getting really seriously depressing and the author decided that a fix-it was a better way to go than… where things were headed, haha

But, no, I was trying to imply that she met little lady Maedhros! If reading a name was enough to jog Feanor’s memory…

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

In theory, yes, a Targaryen woman does still count as an heir even after her marriage. In practice, as always, it depends, particularly on whether or not they're enforcing the so-called "iron precedent" of the Great Council of 101 that supposedly prevents female or female-line Targaryens from ascending the throne. (It does not.)

For the example you've brought up of Aelora vs Daenora, a bit of clarification is needed. We were told in TWOIAF that King Aerys I named a number of heirs during the course of his 12-year rule, as he had no children of his own. First, his next-youngest brother Rhaegel; and after he died, his nephew Aelor, Rhaegel's son. And then after Aelor's death, Aerys named Aelor's sister-wife, Aelora, as his heir and Princess of Dragonstone. (This is per Elio Garcia, it's not directly stated in TWOIAF since it got edited out.) When he did this, Aerys was apparently disregarding the "iron precedent", and also apparently disregarding Aelora's fragile mental state after she accidentally killed her brother-husband. Why Aerys chose to do this, we do not know (GRRM refused to clarify when E&L asked him), butt presumably we'll find out in F&B2. However, after Aelora's death, Aerys apparently did not name her younger sister Daenora as his heir (again, why, we don't know, it is a mystery), instead he named his youngest brother Maekar. And thus after Aerys died, Maekar became king.

Regarding the situation with Aerea, at least that was all pre-101 AC, so we're using standard Westeros succession, male-preference primogeniture, in which female heirs are not discarded, albeit daughters come after sons, yet daughters come before uncles. In Aerea's case, she was both Maegor and Jaehaerys's heir through the claim of her father, Aegon "the Uncrowned". That is, King Aenys's legal heir was his eldest son, Aegon. Maegor usurped Aegon and then killed him, but the claim was still there.* And Aegon's heirs were his children, Aerea and Rhaella. Thus, when Jaehaerys came to the throne, since he had no children of his own yet, his heirs were his nieces, the daughters of his late older brother.

So, why weren't Rhaena or Alysanne considered Jaehaerys's heir? Because sons before daughters, children before siblings.** Aenys's heirs in order were Aegon > Aerea > Rhaella > Viserys > Jaehaerys > Rhaena > Alysanne > Maegor. And Jaehaerys's heirs in the first years of his rule followed that same pattern: Aerea > Rhaella > Rhaena > Alysanne. Until Daenerys was born; as she was Jaehaerys's child, she became his #1 heir, bypassing his nieces and sisters. And then her brother Aemon was born, and being male, he moved up to #1. But before Jae's kids were a thing, that's why there was all that political intrigue with Aerea and Rhaella and the Baratheon brothers and so on and so forth.

*is it weird that Maegor named as his heir the daughter of the man, the nephew, that he usurped and killed? Yes, it is. (Though whether it's more or less weird than marrying that man's widow, Maegor's niece, your mileage may vary.) However, note Maegor named Aerea his heir publicly in order to disinherit Jaehaerys, who was declaring his own claim for the throne. Of course it didn't work in the end, but it was a perfectly legal attempt.

**If the Targaryens chose to follow absolute primogeniture, as in Dorne, then Aenys's heirs would have followed his children in birth order, Rhaena > Aerea > Rhaella > Aegon > Viserys > Jaehaerys > Alysanne > Maegor. But they did not. Rhaena was very aware of this fact that knocked her down from #1 to #6 in line, and though she initially chose to support her baby brother when he made his claim instead of pressing her own claim, in her later years it seemed she regretted it somewhat. As she told Jaehaerys, "You have my throne, content yourself with that."

So, regarding Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys... yes, if Aegon had died childless, his eldest sister would inherit after him, marriage has nothing to do with it. (But widow's rights! someone is saying, aren't they. Alas they predate that law by 5 decades.) Presumably Visenya will remarry and get her own heirs somehow, or else Rhaenys is her heir. Though at least Rhaenys undoubtedly has no issue whatsoever in getting heirs without Aegon, ahem. Note however that if Aegon for some wild reason didn't want his sisters to inherit, he could have named his bastard brother Orys as his heir using the king's choice precedent. (See also Robb's will.) But that's a whole other can of worms...***

***though not the worms that killed Aerea, at least.

Random thoughts about ASOIAF that I'm obsessed with at the moment (4/4): the way Valyrians handle female claims when women go from being daughters or sisters to being wives.

We don't know much about Valyria, but we do know that female claims have been there consistently in Westeros, even if they have always been discarded. What I'm wondering is more or less this: let's say Aegon marries only Visenya and then dies childless. Does Visenya's claim as elder sister still exist or did it lapse with the marriage, with Rhaenys being the new heir? When Maegor married Rhaena, he took Aerea as his heir, not Rhaena herself. Ditto Jaehaerys, who before Daenerys was born considered Aerea his heir, not Alysanne. As far as we know, Aelora was recognized as heir after Aelor's death, but after her own death the claim passed not to Daenora (her younger sister and Aerion's wife), but to Maekar and his sons.

So, do a woman's claims stand after marriage, or does her role as wife override the others?

[horizon-verizon]

Could you imagine if a grieving Rhaenyra had gotten overwhelmed or had a panic attack while being swarmed by smallfolk? I can't with all the hypocrisy Helaena is bringing out. The same people who declare there was something "chilling" about Dany's "non-reaction" to her guardian-abuser's death. The same people who call Rhaenyra "selfish" and "entitled" when her trauma of course makes her view marriage as a death sentence and the men lining up as the executioners. Now suddenly it's, "We can't expect everyone to react the same to traumatic events. People worthy of grace (and only those worthy) are worthy of grace!"

Those people are the same ones who call Rhaenyra "bratty" for her behavior (negatively) are the ones who don't criticize Aegon's reaction to go wild and dismiss Otto/raise Criston up for his stupid plan to assassinate Rhaenyra through Arryk.

[novaursa]

Robert Baratheon x Targaryen!reader.

Aerys goes on his "everyone must burn" rant and his daughter tries unsuccessfully to talk him down. Finally, Jaime snaps and kills Aerys while ordering his father's men to hold the Princess back. She's not guilty, so he doesn't want her dead.

Robert claims the throne and dismisses Tywin's attempt to marry him to Cersei. Instead, Robert declares he'll "legitimatizes" his rule by marrying Rhaegar's sister, who is being held as a political prisoner. He's planning on using the smallfolks' love of her to soften the blow of taking the throne; if he kills her, there might be a riot he can't afford.

In the weeks Robert had spent settling into his new role as interim King, she's been depressed and inconsolable, especially after hearing of her mother's death. Not to mention just about everyone she loves has either betrayed her, died, or is out of her reach; Jaime, Rhaegar, Lyanna, Aerys, Rhaella, Arthur, Barristan, Viserys, Dany.

She's no longer speaking, hardly eating, and alternates between crying her eyes raw or staring numbly at nothing. She's barely sleeping. There is talk she'll starve herself. Hearing about Robert's plans doesn't do her fracturing psyche any favors, but it doesn't matter.

She sees memories of their relationship; meeting for the first time after he sees Lyanna and Rhaegar together; how cold he is to her. Running into her coming out of the library with an embarrsing book, which amuses him. Later finding her sketching him- teasing her instead of being embarrassed, finally seeing her instead of her twin. Still doesn't love her, though.

For all her lashing out at him, she still winds up at the alter.

3 three time skip and Targ Princess has given birth to her first child. It's the first hint of happiness she's shown in years and when Robert is let into the room, he's dumbfounded by how attractive her maternal side is to him.

The story ends with him trying to get closer, maybe under the guise of seeing the child and hoping she won't pull away when he finally touches her. Left open ended.

Thank you! Sorry for the original ask. I scrolled down it after you posted yoir response and went "Holy shit, that's a wall of words!"

I hope I shortened it enough. If not, I'll try again or you can cut anything you don't think adds to the story. Again, so sorry. And thank you if you choose to take on my request.

The Crown That Bled

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- Summary: He married you to keep the realm in line. You married him because you had no choice. And happiness is an elusive thing.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Robert Baratheon

- Rating: Explicit 18+ (just to be safe)

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @idenyimimdenial

- A/N: So, this was still a little too overwhelming for a short story and I've struggled with what to keep and what to discard. This is what I've managed to write with the information provided. I hope this is something you had in mind.

The Sept of Baelor smelled of incense and wilting roses. Smoke curled from brass censers, spiraling toward the high-arched dome where sunlight bled through colored glass, staining the floor in hues of crimson and gold. The bells tolled dully in the distance, sounding more like a funeral dirge than a wedding celebration. The gathered nobles whispered in hushed tones, draped in velvets and silks, eyes darting toward the altar and the lone figure standing beside it—the King, newly crowned and wide-shouldered in his fur-lined cloak of black and gold, Robert Baratheon.

You were not there yet.

You sat in the chambers they'd locked you in, a gilded cage fit for a princess—cold and quiet, except for the caw of a raven outside the window and the steady creak of footsteps as guards paced the hall. Your reflection in the mirror looked like a ghost: hollowed eyes rimmed in red, skin pale and drawn from weeks of mourning and madness. Your silver-gold hair hung in limp strands, unbrushed. You barely remembered the last time you bathed or ate. The food they left was always taken away, untouched or barely picked at. The maids stopped trying to coax you. You no longer spoke to them, or anyone.

They had told you of your mother���s death three nights past, and the sound you made then had not been human. You’d torn the hem of your dress, your nails bloodied your own arms, your sobs had echoed like a broken harp string long after you collapsed onto the stone floor. Rhaella—your mother, the last steady thing in a world of fire and betrayal—was dead, her frail heart giving out after the news of her husband's fate and her son's. You had not wept since then. Not truly. You had simply… leaked tears, as though your soul had cracked and the sorrow slipped through the fissures, silent and endless.

When you first heard Robert intended to marry you, you had laughed. It was a horrible sound, brittle and dry. Then you screamed. Screamed so long your voice disappeared. You spat on the servant who brought the message, shattered a goblet against the wall, and threatened to throw yourself from the tower window. But none of it mattered. You were the last piece left on the board—the only one of value. And Robert, ever the brute, ever the warrior, had turned conqueror and king. He didn’t want Cersei Lannister, despite Tywin’s persistence. He wanted you. Not for love. Not even for desire, though there had once been something hungry in the way he looked at you during court gatherings, long before the war. No, he wanted you to silence the blood in the streets, to win the hearts of those who still whispered your name as they lit candles for the dead dragon prince. Rhaegar's sister. A daughter of the old line. If he couldn’t kill the dragon, he would cage it. Wed it. Breed it.

A knock came at the door. You did not answer.

It creaked open anyway. You didn’t turn.

“Y/N,” a voice said, rough and low and too alive. “It’s time.”

You didn’t move.

He stepped closer, boots scraping the stone. “The realm needs this.”

The realm. You hated that word. The realm had taken everything from you.

Still, you rose. Slowly. Mechanically. The maids came, silent as ghosts, dressing you in the gown that had been ordered. White. As if your innocence could still be claimed. They wove braids into your hair, pinned a small crown of rubies and pearls. One offered you a veil. You shook your head.

And so you walked to the Sept without it, your face bare for the world to see—shattered, exhausted, and empty.

Robert turned when he saw you, and for a moment, something flickered in his blue eyes. Not victory. Not lust. Something quieter. Sadder. He didn’t smile.

You stood beside him, your hand limp in his. His palm was calloused, warm, too large around yours.

The Septon's voice droned on, reading the vows of House and Faith. You barely heard it. Words floated past like wind in a dead garden.

“Do you, Robert of House Baratheon, take Y/N of House Targaryen—”

“I do,” he said before the Septon even finished, the words rasped from his throat like they pained him.

You said nothing. The Septon looked at you, hesitated, then gently prompted: “Princess?”

Your lips parted. The words did not come.

Robert’s hand tightened.

You closed your eyes. You saw Rhaegar on the Trident, dying with Lyanna’s name on his lips. You saw Jaime's haunted face as he watched your father burn the city down in his mind. You saw your mother’s hands, trembling as she held baby Viserys. You saw Dany’s face, too young to understand any of it. All of it gone.

“I do,” you whispered.

The bells rang again.

The crowd clapped politely.

And the man who had helped kill your family leaned forward and kissed your cheek, soft and solemn, as if it made anything better. You did not flinch. You did not cry. You did not breathe.

You were a queen now. But there was no joy in it.

Only ash.

The birthing chamber was quiet now, save for the faint pop and hiss of the brazier in the corner and the distant echo of revelers in the Red Keep, drinking to the health of the new heir. It had been a hard labor, a long one—two days and a night of pain so deep it had splintered your mind, left you delirious with heat and blood and the haunting memories of every Targaryen woman who had died doing this same sacred, monstrous thing. You had not screamed, even when the pain was worst. You had whimpered, sobbed, clenched your teeth until your jaw ached, but never screamed. That part of you had been burned out long ago.

But now, as the sun bled pale gold through the sheer curtains of the tower windows, you lay propped on linen pillows, your hair damp with sweat, skin aglow with the exhaustion of survival. And for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, your arms were full. A child. Your child. A small, warm bundle swaddled in Targaryen red silk, already calm, already curious. He blinked up at you with wide, unfocused eyes—eyes that were not violet like yours, but a deep, rich blue that reminded you too cruelly of the man who sired him.

Still, you did not hate him for it. You did not hate him for anything. You loved him. Already. Utterly.

You traced his downy cheek with a trembling finger, and for a moment, a smile—small, stunned, wondrous—broke across your face like sunlight through a storm. The midwives had seen it. The maester had noticed. They exchanged glances, hushed and wide-eyed. It was the first expression of happiness they’d ever seen on your face since the sack of King’s Landing. The stillness in you had cracked.

“My lady,” one of them said, gently, reverently. “The King is waiting.”

You didn’t answer right away. You only looked down again, studying your son's tiny fists, his slow, sleepy blink. “Let him in,” you said at last, softly.

The door creaked open moments later, and Robert entered.

He was cleaner than usual, though his hair was still a bit unkempt, and the heavy cloak of royal blue slung over his broad shoulders gave him a warlike silhouette. He looked older, wearier than the man who had crushed Rhaegar’s chest with a hammer, older than the roaring brute who had seized your hand and crown in one swift move. But his blue eyes sharpened the moment he saw you—really saw you, sitting there in the sunlight, your hair loose around your shoulders, the silver tangled and darkened with sweat, your gown undone at the breast as you nursed your newborn son.

The sight stopped him cold.

He didn’t speak for a long moment. He simply stared, his mouth parted slightly, his gaze flickering over you not with the drunken lust he usually turned on brothel girls or serving wenches, but with something far more quiet and dangerous. Hunger, yes, but layered over awe. You were radiant, even with the fatigue etched into your face, even with the bruising along your throat where the maids had steadied you in the worst of the pain. There was softness in you now that hadn’t been seen since before the war, before madness and fire took your family from you. A part of you had returned, and it shook him.

You didn’t look up right away. You focused on the baby, adjusting the swaddling gently. “He’s healthy,” you said at last. “Strong. They say he didn’t even cry until he was cleaned.”

Robert cleared his throat. “He’s mine, then,” he said, trying for jest, but the words came out too raw.

You looked at him. There was no bite in your eyes today. Just tiredness. And something else—something soft and distant, like the echo of a dream.

“I named him Baelor,” you murmured. “After the Blessed.”

He blinked, clearly surprised. “Not… not a more fierce dragon name?”

“No.” You kissed the baby's forehead. “He was born in fire, but he deserves peace.”

Robert stepped closer, more slowly than usual, as if he feared startling you. He was so large that his shadow cast over the bed, over you and the boy. “May I…?” he asked, and his voice faltered. “May I hold him?”

You hesitated. You didn’t recoil, but your arms tightened instinctively around the bundle in your arms.

“I won’t hurt him,” he said, quieter this time. “Or you.”

You nodded, slowly, and shifted the child just enough for him to slip his arms underneath. He moved with surprising gentleness, lowering himself to the edge of the bed, cradling his son as if he were holding a cup made of glass. Baelor blinked once at him, then yawned.

“Seven hells,” Robert whispered, a chuckle caught somewhere in his throat. “He’s real.”

You watched him closely, head tilted, your hands still hovering near the baby’s blanket. You didn’t lean away. You didn’t tell him to go.

He glanced at you sideways, unsure, and something flickered again in his expression. Not just pride. Not just male satisfaction. But need.

“You smiled when you looked at him,” he said.

“I did,” you whispered.

He was silent for a beat longer, then dared to reach out. Not for the baby, but for your hand. Just two fingers grazing the edge of yours. Barely touching.

You didn’t pull away.

Not yet.

[wweskywalker]

"When Jaehaerys departed Oldtown for King’s Landing, most of his court traveled with him. His sister Rhaena parted ways with him at Highgarden, however, flying back to Fair Isle, the seat of Lord Farman, on Dreamfyre. But she left behind her daughters: the twins Aerea and Rhaella. Rhaella, the younger, remained at the Starry Sept, having been sworn to the Faith, while Aerea, the elder—now the heir to the Iron Throne until such time as Jaehaerys had children of his own—went on to the Red Keep to serve as a companion and cupbearer to Alysanne."

my version of rhaena's twin daughters as commissioned by dianaaklem on x/twt! there's another version which diana had asked for and it will be featured in the next commissions post 💜

[strangesmallbard]

currently thinking about why some targaryen names are reused and not others. i think it’s mostly intentional, if not always. there are surface-level plot and characterization reasons why, but i also think these choices reinforce certain targ family narratives overall + reveal the patriarchy-laden marrow of the whole thing. none of these thoughts will be in logical order but bear with me LMAO.

i've already posted a bit about aegon, but also: the targaryens are trying to rebirth aegon i again and again and they always fail bc aegon i was always an ideal, not a real person who existed. aegon i was also an imperial conquerer; anyone who tries to live up to him will once again re-enact that violence on themselves, their family, and the people he subjugated. there’s “viserys” and never a living visenya; a warrior queen may have built this dynasty, but only her sons can take her place. the first rhaena targaryen, who had a similar political disposition to visenya, was denied the same power. (she was also named after rhaenys, known for being more gentle and kind-heated despite her own active participation in the conquest).

all three women/girls named rhaenys were, in different ways, overshadowed by male family members. rhaenys became a unwitting martyr to aegon (and visenya's) imperial cause, while rhaenys 2 was denied the throne in favor of viserys. rhaenys 3, meanwhile, is murdered during wartime; her younger brother was (maybe) saved to preserve rhaegar's bloodline. a bit like her first namesake, she becomes an unwitting symbol for oberyn's vengeance.

and there's more! king aenys was considered weak compared to aegon; no other children were named after him. maegor was considered too cruel, even by targaryen standards; no other children were named after him—except, of course, the royal quarters in the red keep are in a building called maegor's holdfast. his legacy follows every targ born since, even though they openly scorn his name. little prince jaehaerys and princess jaehaera both die horribly because of a succession crisis that jaehaerys i helped cause. jaehaerys ii brought his namesake’s incest back, dooming his children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren before they were ever born.

meanwhile, rhaella names dany because the last daenerys brought peace to westeros (according to the targaryen pov); all dany craves is that peace, even though she only knows how to express that desire through the violent vestiges of her ancestors. young griff inherited the Aegon Curse, despite his dubious origins. will it matter at all, in the end? as the banners are raised in his name? and there's the jon snow of it all, the secret targaryen named after his uncle's father figure. not his father's hoped-for visenya, nor another aegon. i hope he doesn't have a targaryen name at all, in the end. i think that would be much more powerful than anything else.

[gulnarsultan]

omg what about yandete robert baratheon with a targ!reader. post war with him forcing reader to marry him even though she was still lowkey in love with her brother (rhaegar who was also a yandere)

Hello dear. Thank you for this nice request. Yandere Robert Baratheon has been very interesting to me lately. I hope you like it.

》Scenario《

Reader is the second child and only daughter of King Aerys ii Targaryen and Queen Rhaella Targaryen. Most of her life was spent around Rhaegar. Because her mother was imprisoned in rooms most of the time. Her father was not very sane. That's why her only remaining family member, her elder brother Rhaegar, was always there for her. When she was sad, scared and ashamed, Rhaegar was always there. In a way, Rhaegar was a Prince Charming for her. When the reader turned into a beautiful young woman, many Lords started competing to marry her. Among these Lords was Robert Baratheon. The reader politely avoided Robert's courtship attempts and attempts to approach. Robert commented on these behaviors.  Because she was so great and powerful, the Princess was afraid and ashamed. In fact, this was not the truth. But Robert chose to believe them. When the war broke out, the realm was in chaos. No one could predict which side would win. The rebellion that Robert had started had ended the Targaryen House. There had been many casualties, and now House Baratheon had taken over. The first thing Robert demanded when he ascended to the throne was for the reader to be his wife. Poor reader. She had not been asked what she wanted. She had to marry the man who had destroyed her family and her house. Moreover, her elder brother Rhaegar, whose heart had died, was still alive. However, she would never say this truth out loud. She was not brave enough or stupid enough to do it. The wedding was held beautifully and magnificently. There would be a bed ceremony, but the attendants would be on the other side of the door. Robert did not want his precious wife to be seen by anyone else. The wedding night was like the realization of a dream Robert had dreamed of for years. And months later, as the Reader lay in bed, holding a baby that bore the blood of both of them in her arms, Robert's chest overflowed with pride, honor, and happiness.

[atopcat]

I stand by this argument: a lot of Rhaenicent content is blatantly anti Alicent Hightower.

I just saw a Rhaenicent post with this poem:

In a dream I saw my mother with the love of her life and no children. It was the happiest I'd ever seen her.

It’s awful and sickening that Alicent was a victim of spousal abuse, it’s also heartbreaking that so many women before and after her were subjected to the same fate. Difference is I don’t see long posts about Naerys not loving Daeron and Daenerys or Rhaella secretly resenting Rhaegar and Viserys. Why is the thought of Alicent loving her children despite who their father is so controversial???

What’s most ridiculous is these fans wouldn’t even consider a world where Jace, Luke and Joffrey don’t exist. Rhaenyra is allowed to have Harwin and her boys, Alicent is simply happy to be in the picture because she’s not allowed to have children of her own.

They think happy Alicent is where her entire life revolves around Rhaenyra, Alicent loves Rhaenyra more than her own children, Alicent doesn’t care her grandson was slaughtered right in front of her, Alicent doesn’t care her daughter went insane, Alicent doesn’t have any political ambition other than being secretly Team Rhaenyra etc.

Well sorry to break it to you, but this is the real Alicent Hightower:

Alicent Hightower drove the Blacks out of Kingslanding.

Alicent Hightower raised a coup against her stepdaughter.

Alicent Hightower crowned her son King.

Alicent Hightower told her granddaughter to slit Rhaenyra’s son’s throat.

Alicent Hightower cried for her children on her deathbed, begging to be reunited with them.

The real Alicent Hightower gave 0 fucks about Rhaenyra Targaryen, the only “love of her life” were her four children.

[syndrossi]

You know this ask-post of yours? It feels kinda cracky when I start to think about it instead of "semi happy" as you put it for best case scenario? But maybe that's me because when I actually start writing anything at all I always end up with an conversational and humorous tone, I guess? So that might just be me.

And I have no idea where this idea came from, as far as I know it has no basis in any asoiaf/got media, but I kinda like the idea that Jon, despite looking so much a Stark that Ned's children (sans Arya) look less Stark than him, all his /expressions/ are all Targaryen. You wouldn't know it without comparison, but when Winterfell suddenly has the late Queen Rhaella and an alive and for some reason a teenage Prince Reaghar in the courtyard all confused like and someone sees Jon near them they suddenly have a lot of questions! Especially when they pull the same face as a reaction to something in sinc! It's uncanny.

Also, in that au, though I guess it could be in both this one and restoration too, but in either of those, after confirming that Jon does, in fact, remember and is still /his/ Jon, would Reaghar freak out (even just in the privacy of his own mind!) over the fact that Jon, for some reason, omitted the fact that he happened to be his /son/? Whom he aparently didn't even have the opportunity to raise! It would be funny to read that in a morbid sort of way? I mean they are Targaryens! Their mothers are their aunts and cousins they should be used to weird family relations, but still!

I mean, the premise of Restoration itself (which isn't too different from "Rhaegar and Rhaella show up in Winterfell at the start of AGOT with dragons") is more than a little cracky. I'm just your opposite, where I like to take crack premises (Arthur Dayne appears suddenly and tries to join the Princesguard!) and try to treat them seriously. 😅

Well, the good thing about Jon potentially have very Targaryen expressions (quite possible if he inherited, say, Rhaegar's mouth and brow) is that not too many people are around who would even recognize them, including Ned. It's not like Ned was buddy-buddy with Rhaegar, and I doubt he ever got closer than twenty paces to Aerys or Rhaella, assuming he ever visited KL when younger. But I could see him studying Jon's face on occasion and going "that's not my sister's expression." And spending a moment panicking before reminding himself that no one would possibly make a Targaryen connection.

Except if you suddenly throw two suddenly-not-dead Targaryens into the mix, including Rhaegar at the same age as Jon, when their similarities would be most apparent!

I'm assuming the two of them get a quick history lesson while Ned is internally screaming about what to do with the smoking dragon guns pointing directly at Jon saying EXTRA TARGARYEN THAT I'VE KEPT HIDDEN RIGHT HERE. Fortunately, their dragons (or hatchlings, depending on age) mean they do have some leg up.

(Wait, does Ned try to pull the same Restoration AU story with Rhaella and Rhaegar??? *squints* Basically "this is Jon's baby mama, and uhhh he had a twin who my lover demanded to keep, so we split them up." Surely not. But he does need to buy some time for the dragons to be effective, and that will involve "hiding" Rhaella and Rhaegar somehow.)

But yes, just like Restoration AU, Rhaegar is going to be very upset about Jon withholding very pertinent information such as Rhaegar having been his (dead) father, WTF JON.

[lovebaela]

THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH - MASTERLIST

(Bran Stark x Fem!Targaryen OC)

A/N - Not gonna lie yall, I’m more productive with this story on Wattpad 😭😭 I think I might stick with posting on there instead. The chapters I’ve posted here have been slightly changed there too. I’ll put the link of it below.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/367425499?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=lovebaela

“ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 , 𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 .”

⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑬𝑵 ⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Rhaella is the daughter of Mad King Aerys’ younger brother. Before the rebellion of Robert Baratheon, he fled to the Summer Isles, where he fell in love with a woman. He married her and they both consummated their marriage. Rhaella doesn’t know much about her parents, and always struggled with having a true home. One fateful day, her cousin Viserys sent her away to the Starks. Little did he know, that was the start of her journey of self-discovery.

“ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 , 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 . 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 .”

⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑲 ⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Bran is the fourth child of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully. All he ever wanted was to become a knight. He always thought one day he would join the kingsguard. That was until the day he found out he was betrothed to Rhaella. He didn’t think much of it, still able to be a warrior…until the day he became broken. All he wants is to find a purpose now in his life.

✮ ₊ Chapters ✧ ᵔ₊ 𓆪

1, 2, 3, 4

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