#rhaenor

[jelloholic]

Rhaenyra and Harwin make everyone jealous and miserable

[myrtlesandasphodels]

Since there is no ship name, for obvious reasons, I'd like to announce that from now on I will be using the tag rhaenor to refer to the brOTP of rhaenyra and laenor aka the ultimate lavender marriage to ever exist, we didn't deserve you but we'll cherish you forever in our hearts

[stromuprisahat]

... Ser Laenor preferred the comforts of High Tide, where he soon found a new favorite in a household knight named Ser Qarl Correy.  Thereafter, though he joined his wife for important court events where his presence was expected, Ser Laenor spent most of his days apart from the princess. Septon Eustace says they shared a bed no more than a dozen times. Mushroom concurs, but adds that Qarl Correy oft shared that bed as well; it aroused the princess to watch the men disporting with each other, he tells us, and from time to time the two would include her in their pleasures. ...

The Rogue Prince, or, A King’s Brother & Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)

Rhaenyra:

[fromtheboundlesssea]

Neither Gods Nor Men Chapter 78

The Smith

[deaddoveadventures]

((Add causing other muses to have a mental breakdown to the list of horrible things he's done apparently :') ))

[sclitvde]

If Rhaella and Ansgar Had ANOTHER Kid

NAME: rhaenor PRONOUNS: he/him

COMPLEXION: alabaster with cool undertones HAIR COLOR: a pale, dull gold  EYE COLOR: silver - lilac DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: his eyes, a delightful fusion of his father’s and mother’s eyes, changing colors depending on the lighting. NOTES: arguably, rhaenor is a more comely copy of his father, with striking gaze and ever - pursed lips. his height, at its greatest, challenges his father’s as he stands six feet, three inches. he is leanly built, for what he lacks in physical strength, he gains in agility.

PERSONALITY: being the youngest son for most of his adolescence, rhaenor had acquired this notion that he was able to indulge in and get away with things his older siblings couldn’t. he’s quick of wit and without a filter, getting him into more trouble than his siblings would like. he knows what he likes and doesn’t, likes to tailor his surroundings to his aesthetic tastes. though he feigns arrogance, he is very observant and sensitive to other people’s emotions! SPECIAL TALENTS/INTERESTS: a little performer our rhaenor is! his natural talent of singing came from his father, who loved to hum and sing religious hymns to him and his siblings... but rhaenor is a man of secular talent! he does play various string/percussion instruments but his best is his voice.

WHO THEY LIKE BETTER: rhaella! his mother adores him no doubt and hardly comes down on him the way ansgar does. he’s a mama’s boy, for sure. WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE: though rhaenor and ansgar care not to admit it, it would be ansgar. while rhaenor has a spontaneous spirit, he bears a terrifying severity that his father does when necessary

PERSONAL HEADCANON: rhaenor tripped and fell as a boy running and playing around a part of the keep that was under construction. what he has to show for his lesson learned is a big scar across his right knee.

                     @hcwthewestwaswcn​

[darkestnightwilldawn]

@vicit-vim-virtus - Apologies for taking so long to reply, I was at a wedding and then a bad cold took me out!

Luran Sageshadow… Luran Sageshadow… he’d heard of that name. But then if he was a bard and an elf that wasn’t surprising, for a time Rhaenor had done everything he could in an attempt to track down his mother, but being a half-drow didn’t invite welcome attention at the various inns and taverns he’d gone to. Most of the time he didn’t even get to speak to the bards playing to see if they knew anything of her, but usually he would either be propositioned by the inns’ patrons, whose lusts for anything exotic and interesting would be sorely disappointed by his refusal, and then he would receive a beating for his rejection of them. That or he would just stumble into someone itching for a fight anyway and what better target than a drow? 

His commander hadn’t looked kindly on Rhaenor coming back to the barracks bloodied, bruised and smelling of alcohol, even though he hadn’t touched a drop. He had attempted for a time to buy disguise kits, going as non-descript humans or elves, but the Flaming Fist paycheck wasn’t exactly generous and his work on finding his mother was slow and with little to show for all his efforts. But he pushed aside the thoughts of his mother, Luran was right, once they had escaped and found somewhere safer, then he could interrogate the elf further.

‘I believe I have heard of you, I was a Flaming Fist in Baldur’s Gate, though sadly i never had much time to visit the taverns,’ he said. ‘But you are right, the sooner we get out of this madness the better.’

He pulled the sword from its sheath again, though did not wield it at Luran this time and headed towards… a sphincter that looked like it was some kind of door. ‘They’re not ones for pleasing interiors,’ he muttered drolly and grimaced as the sphincter opened with a rather nasty sounding squelch. Ahead, through the smoke, he could see some odd looking creatures moving around the floor… brains with limbs scurrying about. But further along he could see bright sunshine and see just a glimmer of blue sky.

He looked at Luran and said, ‘Ready to put that instrument to good use?’

[fromtheboundlesssea]

Neither Gods Nor Men Chapters 81-82

Aemond VIII (130 AC)

Rhaenor XIV (130 AC)

[myrtlesandasphodels]

Been thinking of Leanor and Rhaenyra again. The giddy joy of their first dance. They really thought they would pull this off. For like five minutes you could see the brightness in their eyes as they planned for their new life, so pure

[cherryclitgirl]

The Gods

Maegor x reader

*No use of y/n

Warnings: Child loss, Targaryen incest, mature content, young pregnancy.

Note: This has been sitting in my drafts since the b&c episode, sorry for some mistakes I made:)

Anyone who had a mouth would always say the gods did not favor the king. Although the four pregnancies his niece wife had been blessed with said other wise. It raised a large concern among the Maesters since the girl had been young when she bore Maegor’s first child, and within months, she was pregnant once more with his second. This happened two more times, ultimately she bore three boys and one girl, yet, the king was but satisfied. Despite obviously favoring their oldest son Aegon, Maegor wanted more children. Wanting for his legacy to carry on, he pressed his wife for one more child.

His wife refused having just given birth to their daughter, Rhaella . She had been warned by the midwife and the grand maester that she would not be able to birth another child. King Maegor however, did not take this lightly. He reminded her once more about her position. She was there to provide him with children.

Being the youngest of his wife’s, the princess was often sheltered by Ceryse Hightower. The oldest of the queens. Having seen Alys tortured and killed by Tyanna , Ceryse was more protective of the young girl. Suggesting the young girl to spend her each of the four pregnancies at Dragonstone with the queen mother Visenya. The princess agreed after all, her mother Dowager queen Alyssa and two youngest siblings were wards of queen Visenya.

Upon her return to the almost finished Redkeep, the princess was greeted by Ceryse. Aegon the oldest came running to his mother, his brother Baelon by his side. They adored their mother, more than anything, always following her around.Their youngest son Rheanor who was still a babe was brought in by his wet nurse. “They’ve missed you” Ceryse smiled to the princess, helping her take a seat on the sofa. Ceryse cradled Rhaella in her arms, a beautiful baby girl with light purple eyes and small silver curls “She’s beautiful “ Ceryse whispered more to herself than the princess. “My only girl” the young girl smiled at the tiny girl “she’s so quiet”. As Ceryse held Rhaella, the princess paid her attention to her three boys. Aegon she had when she just five and ten, Baelon came next in that very same year. Maegor believed he had defied the gods who failed to grant him a child. When she was six and ten she gave birth to Rhaenor, following his previous act, Maegor got his wife pregnant again.

“I’m afraid” The princess voice took Ceryse out of her thoughts. Ceryse looked up bewildered not entirely sure what the princess meant. She stayed silent for a moment, then spoke “Don’t be” Ceryse reassured her “Tyanna would be foolish to harm your children “. The princess shook her head “not Tyannna” she paused looking away from Aegon for a second “The gods” she said softly, placing a soft kiss on Aegon’s head.

Ceryse did not know what to say, she simply looked back at Rhaella “Tonight I’ll tell the guards to stand by your door” she told the young girl.

That night, the wind blew hard, the whistling of the air was heard like hushing voices. The rest of the royal apartments had yet to be finished and with Rhaella still being a new born babe, the princess moved her bed to a single room. Where she could be closer to her precious children.

After her sons were fast asleep, the princess turned her attention to her daughter, but as she was about to pick her up from the cradle ; two figures emerged from the shadows. The princess let out a small gasp, but before she could do anything a man grabbed her and pointed a sharp dagger to her throat. His voice raspy and deep “Stay still” he commanded, his spit getting on her frighten face.

The other figure stepped out, he wore the robes of the Faith of the seven and held a small sack in his hand. The man holding the dagger laughed, a wicked and bloody laugh “we’ve got the queen!” he sneered his sharp blade tightening deeper into her throat. The man with robes spoke with a stoic face “they asked for son”. The man with the dagger scoffed “pick one” he said nudging his head to three beds in the room. Aegon, Baelon and Rhaenor slept, unaware of the immense danger they were in.

“Please-“ the young girl begged softly, tears swelling up in her eyes. She did not want to wake up the children, but she needed to be a bit louder so the guards could hear her. “Shush” the man with the dagger hissed “we need to get at it and get out” . She tried to speak louder but the man covered her mouth muffling her sounds while he pulled her closer. The man with the robes looked at then three sleeping boys “Which one is the oldest” he spoke coldy to the young girl. “I-“ she tried to speak but no words came out her mouth. She looked at the man with her dagger who held her with a firm grip.

“I have a necklace” she spoke softly reaching for her neck “It’s of great value-“ she was cut off by the man with the dagger who he snatched the necklace right off her neck. “That’s not a son” he sneered shoving it into his pocket.

“Please” she begged her tears falling down her terrified eyes “kill me” she sobbed “not my boys” she pleaded in desperation. But her pleads were to no avail. She looked back at the door hoping for a guard to hear her, come bursting through the doors and put an end to this madness.

The man with the dagger followed her gaze and mockingly spoke “There’s no one out there”. The young girl’s heart dropped even more. The air had left her stomach, her mouth had gone dry, for a second her tears had stopped. Simply standing there in a paralyzed state, her mind had gone blanked.

“Pick the oldest” the man with the robes spoke . “Or we’ll kill them all” his harsh words snapped her out the shock, like a fish out a water she gasped and pointed at Aegon’s bed.

Her first born, her first babe. The child that had made her a mother.

“She could be lying” the man with dagger said skeptically to which the man with the robes corrected upon seeing the young girl’s expression “No” he spoke solemnly “she’s telling true.”

The man with the dagger pushed the young girl away from him “Hold him down” he said moving to Aegon. The young girl watched in horror as the man with the robes covered Aegon’s mouth “mommy-“ was the last thing she heard as they began to cut his throat.

She moved quickly, picking her baby girl from the cradle, she moved to Rhaenor’s bed pulling up to her. The sleeping child woke up confused, the room was filled with the Aegon’s muffled cries. She reached in for for Baelon but she could not carry three kids at once. She was in despair and unsure what to do, “run” she told Baelon who was still woozy from his sleep. She had a one year old in one her arm and her girl in the other. She hurried after Baelon whose small foot steps were barely heard.

The man with the dagger was right, there was no one guarding her door. She ran, catching up to Baelon making sure not to drop the children, her arms trembling and her voice soft and frighten she begged “please …. please “. Her soft rapid breathing was filled with anguish and terror. She stopped in the middle of the hall, then turned to rushing. The castle was dead silent, the only thing she could hear was the whispering of the hair.

Making her way through the unfinished halls she hurried to Maegor’s chambers. Surely he would protect her, he would understand. He could keep his three children safe from the men’s harm. “Mommy” Baelon’s tiny voice spoke trying to hold on to her. It only made the young girl more desperate, as she had no free arms left. She placed Rhaenor down close to Baelon as she ushered them forward to keep on walking.

She pushed though the doors of Maegor’s chamber to see Ceryse’s naked back on top on Maegor , her back moving on him while their moans filled the chamber. The young girl moved forward crouching down on the far end of the room.

Maegor pushed Ceryse off quickly sitting up, looking at his wife with a horrid expression Ceryse gasped “Your grace-“ she tried to speak but was cut off by Maegor who noticed his young wife pulling the two boys closer while still holding her daughter. “What’s happened “ he demanded loudly.

She didn’t say anything simply stared into the ground still clutching her children “The killed my boy” she spoke solemnly a single burning tear falling down her cheek. The child held her children closely wishing for it to be a nightmare, a nightmare her mother would soon wake her up from.

[2rats1gogh]

King Aegon III Targaryen (age 20), with his wife Queen Jaehaera Targaryen (age 17), and their son prince Rhaenor Targaryen (age 2)

i just want them to be happy together😭 (delulu behavior 🤡) they could’ve been so much!! I wish Jeahaera got the chance to live a full and happy life, she fucking deserves it. And Aegon deserves to smile more often 😭😭

[havenlyd]

The Other Prince

"Oh, Stranger. If she cannot be mine... by all means, make her yours and take her with you."

Named after his aunt Rhaena Targaryen, Rhaenor is the fifth child of the King Aegon III and his consort, Queen Barba Bolton. He is younger twin brother of Prince Baelon. The Prince was born in winter of 141 AC.

Prince Rhaenor is known for his comely visage. He adores the dramatics, often shows up in gilded cloak of intricate embroidery of flayed dragons. The Prince Rhaenor has snow white hair and pale grey eyes, and very pallid, pale skin. He'd often be seen wearing a skull necklace that Queen Barba gave him on his tenth nameday.

Prince Rhaenor was born weak and feeble, and grew up to be sickly with weak constitution. He would get ill in the summer and thrive in the winter, and prolonged exposure to sun caused his skin to develop rash.

When he was four-and-ten, he was sent to Winterfell to ward under Lord Cregan Stark. Rhaenor then became very close to his uncles, Brandon and Belthasar Bolton, and would accompany them to the wall and beyond.

Rhaenor seemed to thrive well in the North—thus eased Aegon's worries, as Rhaenor being far from him clouded his mind immensely.

However, that relief would not last long as Rhaenor would eventually disappeared beyond the wall, and returned bringing back Aegon's greatest nightmare with him.

[vicit-vim-virtus]

When no immediate response was forthcoming, Luran contemplated abandoning the stranger to their fate — he had no other choice but to press on and hope for the best. And yet, he subjected the unconscious victim — if they were unconscious and not dead — to a meticulous observation. He cautiously shifted his weight forward — maintaining perfect equilibrium — in an attempt to study and catch a glimpse of their countenance, to distinguish their features, determine their race... He needn’t peer long, for he recognised the man as a drow — interesting. The attire — armour — and the sword apprised him that the drow was, in all likelihood, a practised swordsman with adequate experience navigating his way around hostile confrontations — valuable skills if they wished to make it out of here alive.

Never had the high-elf wished he’d been more invested and well-versed in sword fighting than right this moment, but he wasn’t a fighter, and, in all honesty, never would be. It was truly astonishing he was capable of wielding a longsword, though the only occasions he had actually used one were on stage and way back, during his years at the Academy in Waterdeep. A soft sigh of resignation brushed past his lips as he retracted his arm, mildly disappointed. Yet his gaze remained trained on the stranger, fervently pleading with the gods he’d wake up.

And as if his prayer had been heard, the drow sprang — quite literally — to life, drawing his sword and pointing it at him, the defenceless and innocuous bard he was — innocuous when it benefited him, of course. Luran immediately stood erect and darted backwards, raising his hands, the violin and bow, in surrender. His heart accelerated, pounded rapidly in his chest, drumming in his pointy ears; perhaps rousing this perfect stranger wasn’t such a judicious idea after all...

For several agonising heartbeats, they faced each other; an electrifying sensation of fear trickled up his spine to the base of his head. He could tell the drow was scrutinising him, assessing whether or not he posed a threat, whether or not to dispose of him... Luran let him, reciprocating the action in quiet apprehension, awaiting the verdict. The apology that ensued elicited a grimace from the elf — it had been quite the morning, indeed, on that they could agree. An inconspicuous breath of relief escaped him when the drow, called Rhaenor Oririeth, retrieved the sword to its sheath.

Surprisingly enough, the enquiry appertaining to his profession, caught him off guard. His blue eyes skipped down to the violin he was still holding — clutching would be a more apt way to describe it. A snarky comment gyrated around his tongue, but he swallowed it, figuring antagonising a potential ally would not work in his favour. Thus, instead, he inclined his head, affirming Rhaenor’s assumption.

‘Much obliged. And I am, indeed,’ Luran replied politely, he had discerned the enthusiasm, with which the paladin had verbalised his inquisitiveness and, in turn, was rendered curious himself. ‘My name is Luran Sageshadow... Bard of Baldur’s Gate,’ he introduced himself, mimicking his companion’s introduction, though Rhaenor’s sounded grander, nobler. ‘It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now, I’d love to stay and chat, but perhaps we should prioritise contriving an escape plan?’

Rhaenor groaned as someone poked him in the shoulder and mumbled something about a predicament. As the fog cleared from his mind and he gradually gained awareness, he suddenly froze, realising that the events from - yesterday? Today? A week ago? A month ago? It certainly felt surreal and so strange he wasn’t quite sure if he had dreamt the entire thing. 

One moment he had been on the road towards Waterdeep from Baldur’s Gate, a journey so familiar to him he could’ve done it with his eyes closed, leading a group of travellers, the never ending task of a Paladin of the roadsides. The next he was on a ship, trapped in a pod with a nightmarish illithid gazing at him. He knew the creature was soulless, it felt nothing, but even then he felt a wave of malice and malicious glee radiating from the monster. Rhaenor had tried to pull away, tried to avoid the maggoty looking tadpole with its teeth and mouth as it was proffered to his eye, but there was nothing he could do. 

A painful spasm flickered through his brain and he gritted his teeth at the sensation of the tadpole burrowing deeper in there. It made him feel vaguely sick, that there was something creeping and crawling inside his mind. The cold light of day and the sharp smell of smoke suddenly brought his conscious to the fore and he quickly rolled away from the prodding finger, grabbing hold of his sword’s hilt and wrenching free the blade, it left the scabbard with a soft hiss and he pointed it towards- an elf… He felt a little embarrassed and quickly stowed the sword. Why he thought a mindflyer would tap him on the shoulder and request his aid he had no idea! The elf reminded him a little of his uncle, similar colouring, though his uncle certainly wouldn’t have worn such fine clothes or worn his hair in such a manner, but he smiled in greeting.

‘Apologies, it has been…’ he glanced around the smoking husk of the mindflyer’s ship, ‘A difficult morning.’ Bit of an understatement admittedly, but he would probably have a job in doing it justice! He extended his hand to shake the elf’s, then spotted the violin in the elf’s hand and his smile widened, ‘I am Rhaenor Oririeth, Paladin of the Roadsides, I would be honoured to provide protection and safe travels on this venture. Are you a bard?’ 

He couldn’t help the tremor of excitement in his voice, though it would probably do him no good. But he always checked. Bards sometimes travelled and performed together, there was a chance even now that this elf knew of his mother, had seen her or met her and could tell him where she had gone, whose company she was in, what town she had said she would go to next.

[chaosordoffl]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Canon — Visenya, Viserys, Viserra (T)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Canon — Valarr, Vaella (T)

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

Canon — Gael, Saera, Shaera (T)

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

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

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

Malentine

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

Monford

Monterys (All V)

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

Matarys (T)

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

Canon — Orys, Borys, Orryn (Baratheon)

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

Bonus: Argellys

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

Canon non-Westerosi Valyrians:

Jaenara Belaerys, Aurion

Canon Dragons:

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

Unknown — Gaelithox?, Aegarax?

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

Possible High Valyrian roots for names:

Rhaen — to; meet, find, encounter, discover

Bael — to help, to aid, to assist

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

Jaelarys — hope (possible name)

[asherbakugou]

Twenty and five years ago, Princess Rhaenyra was removed from the line of succession after King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower learned of her marriage, or marriages. Under the guiding flame of the Fourteen and the Branches of the Godwood, Rhaenyra had taken three husbands: Lord Rickon Stark of the North, Ser Laenor Velaryon, Heir to Driftmark, and Prince Daemon Targaryen, her Uncle.

It was Ser Otto, Lord Hand, who encouraged the King to remove her because of her unlawful wedding.

Having learned of her impending removal as Heiress, Rhaenyra created a contract with the help of Lyonel Strong, the Master of Law.

The First Clause.

Dragonstone, her ancestral home, and the Stepstones, Prince Daemons second gift for winning the war, were hers and her husbands alone and would be passed down through her line alone.

The Second Clause.

Anything belonging to the late Queen Aemma would be given to Princess Rhaenyra to be passed down through her line alone. This included all of her possessions, jewelry, dresses, and her crowns.

The Third Clause.

Anything of Valyrian Ancestry, whether living or not, belonged to Rhaenyra to pass down as she pleased.

The Fourth Clause.

The Dragons woud be removed from the Dragonpit and guided to the Dragonmont. If any Targaryen henceforth wished to claim a dragon they would have to gain permission from Princess Rhaenyra and her husbands.

As a gift for Aegons second nameday Rhaenyra left him and her younger sister, Halaena eggs.

The Fifth Clause.

Daemons Gold Cloaks would be allowed to follow to protect Dragonstone as they had Kings Landing.

The contract was shown to King Viserys privately, so none of his counsel was able to refute it. He agreed, signing the contract in blood before copies were sent out to each kingdom and member of the Counsel.

The morning after King Viserys signed the contract his entire family left. The Velaryons returned to Driftmark, and Rhaenyra and her husbands to Dragonstone where no word was heard for twenty and five years.

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Within the first year of living on Dragonstone, the Volcano erupted and gave them nearly double the land they had before. The Island became renowed for its Rock Salt, Fine Salt, Dragonglass, Glass, and Pearls all of which were abundant.

Created on the Northeastern side of the island, after a second smaller eruption added several miles, was a smaller keep built specifically for Rhaenyras line to inherit. The Keep, known as the Narrows Watchtower, had docks below for the Fleet of the Fourteen which would eventually be given to Prince Rhaenor Velaryon and his betrothed Princess Aemma Targaryen.

As Rhaenyra and Daemon knew what it felt like to be pushed aside they made sure their children knew that family was the most important thing, that nothing could break the bond of blood. They also made sure each child would inherit something so anger and jealosy would not fester.

Each child was given an egg within the cradle, and eventually taught the same lessons so they were given the same opportunities. Princess Rhaenyra was also going to make sure none of her children felt pressured to marry and let them have a say in their betrothals.

Prince Baelon Targaryen ll, Heir to Dragonstone.

Prince Aemon Targaryen ll, Heir to the Stepstones.

Prince Cregan Stark, Heir to the North.

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, Heir to Crackclaw point.

Prince Lucerys Velaryon, Heir to Driftmark.

Princess Khalysi Targaryen, Heiress to Dragonstone.

Prince Jon Stark, Heir to Moat Cailin.

Princess Arya Stark, Heiress to Moat Cailin.

Prince Corryn Velaryon, Heir to the Sea Serpents Fleet.

Prince Rhaenor Velaryon, Heir to the Fleet of the Fourteen Flames.

Prince Benjen Stark, Heir to Greywater Watch.

Princess Saerys Targaryen, Heiress to Greywater Watch.

Princess Alyssa Targaryen, Heiress to Rainwood Isles.

Princess Aemma Targaryen, Heiress to the Narrows Watchtower.

Princess Visenya Targaryen ll, Heiress to the Vale.

Princess Rhaena Targaryen lll, Heiress to the Isles of Skagos and Skane.

Prince Baelon was betrothed to Princess Khalysi and Prince Lucerys at a young age due to their closeness. They were wedded after Khalysi's tenth and sixth Nameday, marking her as a grown woman.

Prince Aemon was betrothed to Princess Nehemia of Martell after it became obvious they liked each other during peace talks in Dorne. They were married after Princess Nehemias tenth and sixth Nameday, marking her as a grown woman.

Prince Cregan Stark was betrothed to Alyssane Blackwood after he saw her using a bow against the Wildlings. They married soon after the battle as Alyssane was already ten and seven.

Prince Jacaerys was married to Alinor Celtigar, which gave him Crackclaw Point.

Prince Jon and Princess Arya were married on their tenth and sixth nameday.

Prince Corryn was betrothed to Princess Alyssa because of their similar behaviors and wild hearts.

Prince Rhaenor and Princess Aemma were betrothed due to their own similarities and their friendship.

Prince Benjen and Princess Saerys were betrothed because they near begged to be, having fallen for each other at a young age.

Princess Visenya and Princess Rhaena were left unbetrothed, because Lady Jeyne was given permission to find their matches because their territories were gifts from the Vale.

With no information being given to Kings Landing, King Viserys, Queen Alicent, and Ser Otto had no idea of the 'army' of children Rhaenyra had. Nor of the amount of hatched dragons, and claimed dragons.

13 cradle hatched dragons, 3 claimed, with a dragonseed claiming Sheepstealer and becoming Princess Visenya's Sworn Maiden.

With three adult dragons, if not four or five when Rhaenys and Laena visited with Rhaenys and Vhagar.

Dragonstone was a fortress, with an army to protect her.

[darkestnightwilldawn]

Thank you for tagging me @deaddoveadventures!

which type of protagonist are you?

healer's burden

most of what i can say here is sheeesh....yikes.....ouch.... so you don't have a savior complex, because you understand that's toxic. you're not here to save anyone: you're here to heal them, with or without them knowing, because you love so much and care so deeply and you're very stubborn about it. there's no one on this earth that you wouldn't give a helping hand to--but it's called a burden for a reason, because this isn't a one-person job. as a protagonist, you're determined and selfless, but as a person, you probably need a break. heal yourself for a little, okay?

They didn't have to come for Rhaenor like this, but they did!

I'll tag @forgemaster-nyrissa, @tryckthebard, @roguemetalmaster13 and @starlyht