#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

[fromtheboundlesssea]

Neither Gods Nor Men Chapter 78

The Smith

[darkestnightwilldawn]

Rhaenor gave Tav a smile and put the sword down. 'True, but if we must rescue this druid from a camp of goblins it's probably worth holding onto it for now!' He gestured for her to sit down, glad for the distraction from the prickling pain flaring through his forearm.

'From what Lae'zel said, ceremorphosis is relatively instantaneous, we should be feeling feverish, but none of us are. We can at least cling onto the hope that even if we have been infected, we've not undergone any of the signs or symptoms. There's not much else to be done otherwise,' he mused.

They had found a dusty bottle of wine in the old ruins and were sharing it amongst them, though Rhaenor hadn't drunk anything from it. He offered the bottle to Tav. 'I'm told by Shadowheart and Astarion that it's not terrible, but I can't speak on it myself.'

Open Starter

It had been a long day and he was weary, but he must cling to what rituals he knew. If Lae'zel was right, if they would all be nothing but mindless Ilithids come the morn then he could at least see to his armour and blade, perhaps another knight would find them. Perhaps that knight would dispatch them if they were smart and merciful.

He dutifully rubbed each piece of armour with the oiled sand cloth, buffing it to a fine shine, removing any dirt or debris. Once that was done, he picked up the longsword and set to work sharpening the blade. At least he would've done, that age old war wound made his arm and hand ache. He flexed his fingers trying to rid himself of the sensation. The pain eventually faded, but a prickling sensation on the back of his neck told him someone was watching him...

[cherryclitgirl]

The Gods II

Pairings : Maegor x reader

Warnings : abortions, child loss, young pregnancy

Notes: brief mention of y/n

The days following the Death of king Maegor’s oldest son and heir where filled with sorrow. The two men responsible for the cold murder were caught fleeing Kingslanding with Aegon’s head on a sack. Maegor’s wrath was inevitable, putting multiple members of the faith to the blade, torturing the head of the kings guard for failing to protect his son. He tortured the two men to death, but it was still not enough. No one dared to step in his way. Adding fuel to the fire, the queen mother Visenya died of a sudden illness. Allowing dowager queen Alyssa and her two young children Jaehaerys and Alysanne to flee from Dragonstone, in return Maegor tortured Viserys to death.

He did everything but comfort his wife. The young girl was consumed with grief, she refused to eat or sleep since the death of her son. She grew paranoid of the shadows, believing the gods would come for her remaining children. When they slept, she didn’t. She would sit in bed clutching Aegon’s toy dragon, when she closed her eyes she could still hear the sound of her son’s muffled cries. The sound of the flesh cutting under the blade, her poor babe. Ripped off her arms so easily. The death of her brother Viserys only made her grieving worse. She began to neglect her motherly duties, as well as her children.

Baelon being the second oldest did not understand why he could not find Aegon. Rhaenor would cry for hours for no apparent reason in the arms of his wet nurse. The new born Rhaella having grown accustomed of being breast fed by her mother would not accept the milk from her wet nurse.

Queen Ceryse having be shut off by Maegor and the young girl, tried multiple times to speak with her. But the young girl refused to speak with anyone. That was until she managed to sneak into her room with the wet nurse who begged the young girl to feed Rhaella.

She saw the young girl standing by the large window holding Aegon’s funeral shroud. The burning of the body had yet to be done, as no one dared to intervene the grieving of the young queen and the cruel king.

Queen Ceryse did not know what to say, how to start. She stood watching the young girl for a moment. She didn’t have the courage to tell the poor girl that it was she who went to Maegor. Despite trying her best to deny it. It pained her when Maegor married his niece. It pained her even more when girl fell pregnant quickly. Seeing the girl bear four healthy children was a stab in the heart for Ceryse. Sending her away with Visenya was the least she could do. It gave her time to be with Maegor and pray that she would fall pregnant. But now her actions, her greed, her jealousy had consequences. “ The gods punished us, they punish me” she thought as she snuffled and wiped her tears away.

She didn’t have the heart to tell the poor girl she had completely forgotten to tell the guards to stand by the door. “It was never my intention to cause harm to you or your children “ Ceryse sniffed softly. The young girl had been condemned to punishment far beyond her understanding. Ceryse gulped and continued talking “I had every intention on telling the guards, protecting the sanctity of you and your children was my first priority”. Not matter what what Ceryse said, she knew it would never be enough. The girl was not at fault. She was innocent.

The young queen slowly looked back, “What they did-“ she said wanting to hold the poor young girl. “It doesn’t align with my personal beliefs of the faith “ she spoke hoping to sooth the girl. The young girls eyes fell on Ceryse’s necklace.

Ceryse clutched her necklace, she regretted wearing seven pointed star necklace, after all was the faith militant that killed Aegon. The young queen said nothing, but beneath those hurt and red eyes, was just a girl, who lost both of her of her brother, her son, and whose mother and sister were nowhere to be found.

Ceryse slowly walked to the girl “What you saw that night” she sighed softly trying to reach and hold the girl “when you came into Maegor’s room-“ The young girl gently shoved Aegon’s funeral shroud into her arms. “This is for my boy” she said walking past Ceryse.

Meagor insisted that both his son Aegon, and his mother Visenya were burned at Dragonstone at the same time. Many lords of minors and great houses traveled to the Dragonstone, although very few were present during the burning of the bodies.

Baelon stood by his mother watching the body of his brother burn away into ashes. His mother held his hand tightly. Baelon felt his mother’s grief, his heart clenched watching her cry. He’s only response, was too cry was as well. Baelon the bitter the history books would call him.

- - - - - - -

Alyssa had fled to Storms end with Jaehaerys and Alyssane.They were promised to be housed and welcomed by Lord Rogar shortly after fleeing . Rhaena had fled with her daughters shortly after the death of her husband Aegon. Alyssa had yet to receive word from her and her whereabouts. Her second daughter was but a walking corpse of sorrow and grief trapped in the hands of Maegor. Viserys had been tortured to death by Maegor. Her grandchild murdered in cold blood.

It was what they did to her sweet girl that pained Alyssa. Her poor daughter a victim of a crime she did not commit. She watched when Maegor took her to marry. She was there when her girl of ten and five gave birth to her first child, only to return months later pregnant again and again. She watched and could not save her.

She could only pray that Jaehaerys would take the throne. Save his sister and her children. Allow them to be free from Maegor’s grasp.

Alyssa exited the wheelhouse she had managed to pay for. The guards of house Baratheon stood with their Lord Rogar. She looked up as the rain began to fall on her face. A sight of freedom, a bitter sweet freedom. Unfortunately her daughter could not experience it. Oh her precious y/n, how much she adored the rain. She would’ve enjoyed dragging Aegon and Rhaena into the courtyard to play in the falling rain.

Before Alyssa could take step another step towards Rogar she fell to her knees. The hard rain fell on her;mixing with the salty tears that rolled down her cold cheeks. She could only remember times where her six children were together. Sitting at the long table together as Aenys wished for it to be. They were contented. A happy family, a good family. Maegor took that from her.

She cursed his name, desperate and angry she cried, her nails clenching into her palms. She wished for nothing more than to run, get her daughter and grandchildren and give them the freedom they deserved.

- - - - - - - - - -

In 45 AC shortly after the construction of the red keep and a year after the death of three year old of Aegon. Baelon Targaryen at just four summers old was officially named heir of the iron throne and prince of Dragonstone. A large tittle for a small boy who did not understand the it’s great significance. Soon after the announcement Maegor took his wife to her chambers. Her arm wrapped around his they walked past Ceryse. Her relationship with the girl had become strained and unpleasant.

“Baelon will marry Rhaella” Maegor firmly told as he left his wife’s bed. Y/n sat up from the bed lifting the sheets up to her bare chest. Her long silver hair covered her shoulders, weakly guarding her naked body “She’s barely one ” she muttered.

Maegor looked back at her “Let her be promised to him from a young age” he replied coldly. “I have let you name our children, let you pampered them with love, so they grow weak and feeble. He spat moving closer to the bed. He sat down close to her “You have no say on the matters “ he said firmly.

“Why keep me here then” she asked him. Slowly she was regaining the strength that was once taken from her. Although she still mourned the death of her son, the constant overlooking of those who surrounded her made her regain what she once lost. Her desire to fight. Not for Maegor, not for the crown. But the her children.

Maegor looked at the girl for a moment, his hand twitching to reach over and tighten itself around her neck. He liked her better when she did not question him. But something had changed in her, he knew it , he felt it. It had taken him off guard when she first rode him. He still remembered her hands on his large bare chest. The way she looked when she moaned. She was not just riding him to please him, she was doing it to please herself. Something in their marriage that had never happened. She was no longer callow and afraid , she took him for her own pleasure. For every night that he spend with Tyanna or Ceryse he would spend ten nights with y/n. Ultimately, he stopped visiting them. Solely focusing on his young wife. She would take him good. facing him , on her back, on her knees, his cock down her throat, the things that made him proud.

He didn’t answer her question. The silence between them felt long and unease. He pulled the silky sheets further up her bare chest.

He stood up and began butting up his breeches “You have been faithful, despite the circumstances you remain at my side, that’s why I keep you here”. He reached for Blackfyre and held up to her, the sharp end pointed at her. “I assume even when I’m gone you will carry me in your thoughts”. Unfortunately he was right. Despite her being deathly afraid of him and after years in his cruel grasp.She developed fidelity and compassion for him. Strongly believing he would protect her. Maegor knew this, he used to his advantages. Fueling his wife with lies and deceptions. Believing she had no one else to turned to , knowing she would do anything for her children. Maegor believed she will do anything to have Baelon on the throne. He offered her a seat in the small council to serve as his advisor. This did not go over lightly with Tyanna, but to her misfortune, Maegor did not care. He wanted her close, manipulate her as he always wished. Maegor left her chambers leaving her covered with the sheets of their aftermath, alone in the large empty room. Despite her enjoying their intimate moments the constant act of enjoying his company felt foreign to her. But it was necessary for her survival. Although the developed feelings of safety and compassion for him were strong. Something inside her opposed them.

The morning shortly after he left her trusted maid drew her a bath, and carefully cleaned and washed her. The warm water kissed her skin as the sponge glided down her arms and on her back. Her maids soft fingers caressed her scalp with gentleness, soothing away her turbulence. Kiara was her most trusted maid.She was gentle and attentive, appointed by grand maester Benifer himself. Kiara was fiercely loyal to her queen .

“Does my queen wish for a moment alone?” Kiara asked her as she brushed the last of her hair. The queen looked at her maid through the mirror and nodded “please “ she said softly. Kiara nodded, she made sure her queen had everything she needed before bowing and leaving.

She was to await someone, who always came after a night with Maegor. Moments late the door of the chamber opened, y/n looked to see Grand Maester Benifer standing by the door holding a something covered with a small cloth. He looked back the door as it shut and made sure no one was looking as he unveiled a small round cup with a lid. “Good morrow your grace”. He bowed his head at her and slowly walked to where she was. His wary expression was noticevale as he placed the cup on the table. “Good morrow grand maester” she said watching him place the cup on the table. The tea’s vapor dancing on top of the cup. “As requested “. He watched her slowly take the cup and smell it before she drank it slowly. She never enjoyed the taste of the sour taste, it burned her throat as she drank it, pausing here and there.

“If I may your grace” he spoke solemnly “ This happens to be the third one you’ve taken” he said in a hush voiced. “If the king find outs.. this is treason, killing potential heirs-“ Maester Benifer was cut off by the y/n who placed down the cup. “I’m aware…grand maester, but the king has three healthy heirs” despite her justification, the act was still immoral and distasteful to some. “ But his desires are not mine…this is my choice, my right “ she said firmly.

Grand maester Benifer nodded and looked down “What you do for your children your grace… it’s admirable…your labour will not unheeded go ” he promised her. He covered the cup with the cloth again. He had brewed the tea for her, and advised her when to take it. He was well aware of the risk that came with aiding the queen, but he would take that risk and more.

Unfortunately for him, and for the young queen it was not Maegor’s wrath they ought to be afraid of. For the gods tend to not be satisfied with only one son.

[fromtheboundlesssea]

Neither Gods Nor Men Chapters 91-92

Aemond IX (130 AC)

Rhaenor XVI (130 AC)

[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?’

[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.

[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]

Prince Redarm

"Our blades are sharp, yet all of you choose to cower here within the walls of the Red Keep just because we do not have those damned overgrown lizards."

Named after his aunt Baela Targaryen, Prince Baelon is the second son and the fourth child of King Aegon III and his consort Barba Bolton, and is the elder twin brother of Prince Rhaenor. He was born in 141 AC.

Baelon is brash, crass, vengeful and prone to anger. He can be courteous if he wants to, though he seldom wish for it. He is known for his ferociousness and strength—oftentimes compared to his cousin, Prince Aemon.

Though unlike his cousin, Baelon is not at all honorable and always use cheap tricks, scare tactics or sleight of hand in combat, noting that he fights "for survival, not for honor". In battle, Baelon wears a flesh-colored armor resembling a flayed man with a shield bearing the sigil of a skeleton weeping blood.

Baelon calls himself Prince Redarm in honor of his maternal ancestor, King Royce 'Redarm' Bolton. Baelon seldom wears sigil and symbol of house Targaryen and instead would often bear the sigil of house Bolton. He always wears his necklace: a ruby carved to resemble a hand. Once, a servant tried to steal it, and Baelon flayed the servant himself.

Baelon loves mead more than wine and courtesans more than mead. He shares the same disdain of dragons as his father and is rumored to be the cause of the illness and death of the Last Dragon. When he turned six-and-ten, King Aegon III gave him a position in the council and his first order was to have Morning removed from her lair in dragonpit—which angered Princess Rhaena and caused a rift within house Targaryen.

[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)

[darkestnightwilldawn]

Rhaenor frowned at the man, the confession had slipped past his lips unthinkingly, but then Curumë had wanted to know why he had relished killing Nere so much when usually he stayed very cool and stoic during the heat of battle.

A wild, bloody rage had clouded his vision until there was nothing left but him plunging his blade over and over and over into the drow sorceror. By the time he came to, panting and sweating and realised how much blood coated the sword, his hands, flecks of it even on his arms and face and lips, he realised he was no better than the contemptous words his grandfather uttered about him.

'It doesn't matter that I'm a paladin. I'm still half drow, still contemptible, still wanting. I must do everything to be more than my blood,' he said it calmly, as though it were the truth of the matter, rather than an opinion.

‘they think that I’ve got bad blood. that I’m destined to serve the dark.’ - Rhaenor (darkestnightwilldawn)

Curumë sneered at the man.

"That's rich coming from a Paladin of all people," he said, a faint hint of mockery in his voice. "And it’s even richer that you’d choose someone like me to confess this to."

He didn’t know much about the man who had come to share his woes with him, nor did he hold Paladins in high regard. And yet, while the warlock allowed himself to savor the strangeness of their situation for a few moments longer, in the end, he decided to have mercy on the other. With a shrug, he continued:

"But if you insist on hearing my advice… Destiny is what you make of it. Own up to your actions and stop breaking your silly little head over what other people think or say."

Smirking, he leaned in and gave the paladin’s forehead a half-hearted flick.

"Your head is not made for that."

@darkestnightwilldawn

[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.

[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.

[nrilliree]

Do you think that if Rhaenyra was born a male, Otto would have tried to marry Alicent to a male!Rhaenyra or would he still have tried to marry her off to Viserys?

If Rhaenyra were a man (let's call her Rheanor), she would become king in the future. This would be clear and in no way indisputable. Alicent would give birth to the children who would later sit on the throne. It would simply take one more generation and it would be much easier because these children would not have competition from Rhaenor for the throne, as they would be his heirs, not siblings. So Otto would get what he wanted - his blood on the Iron Throne.

But… Rhaenor definitely wouldn't be as easy to control as Viserys. If Otto still married Alicent to Viserys and she gave birth to children, her firstborn would only be the king's second son. Otto would certainly try to convince Viserys to let his first son from his second marriage become the heir (apparently such situations have happened in history), but I doubt he would be able to achieve it. It seems to me that there is no chance that Otto could convince Viserys to disinherit his firstborn son and make his son with Alicent his heir. But Otto would definitely try…

But... Probably the most realistic scenario is that male!Rhaenyra with her character and with cook could become another Daemon, so Otto would end up without a head if he only started scheming, and in the future Rhaenor would make his uncle the hand because Daemon would manipulate him better than Otto :P

[kingsanddragonsandgods]

Criston C deserved better 😔

Ok, do me a favor, just for half a minute use your imagination and gender swap Criston and Rhaenyra, just for one moment think this is a Cristina and Rhaenor situation: he have this servant that is by his side nearly 24/7, she's there to cater for his needs, a companion, a protector, a ear to hear you when no one else will, she's attractive, kind and supportive because he changed her life, he had so much 'power' that he was able to change someone's whole life just with half a dozen words. now, one late night, out of the blue, because he needs validation after being rejected by his aunt, he decides that:oh, Cristina is pretty attractive, and I am feeling in the mood, I need proof that there is nothing wrong with me. So, ofc, he coerces Cristina to have sex with him, he acts playfully, locks the door, and because a girl never means 'no' when she's saying no, he starts to take her clothes off. Cristina resigns herself, what can she do?! She finds him kinda cute, she's grateful to him for changing his life, right?! So, why not?! So Cristina and Rhaenor have sex! Great! It was good enough that Rhaenor wants to keep this arrangement, even though after his father found out about the whole ordeal with his aunt, he's now demanding Rhaenor to marry someone else. It's a no brainer, he can marry some lady of his father's choice and continue to fuck Cristina on the side, this is the perfect solution, right?! After all he needs his pleasure and his joy. But Cristina is not feeling it, she feels ashamed for what they did, she broke her vows, she stained her honor, and that was all she had, there is no going back and erasing what happened, so there is another solution: Rhaenor is always complaining about the 'burden' of his inheritance, this is not something he truly desires, right?! So they could run away and marry, it would restore her honor, they would be free to see the world and live adventuresly, something Rhaenor always talks about. The thing is: when she talks to Rhaenor he just laughs it off, he was never serious when he complained, not truly, why would he leave his comfortable life, where he will one day be king, for her?! (In that moment Cristina feels completely worthless, she would never be good enough) But, oh, wait, Cristina can be his mistress, things don't need to change just because he's getting married, he's going to say sacred vows to his wife for the realm to see, but he doesn't truly mean it, he's allowed to 'continue to feast where he sees fit'.

Now, tell me this does not look bad. Honestly, why should it be okay for a woman to do something a man would be criticized for? Why is it okay for a woman to coerce someone in a power imbalanced relationship to have sex?

I honestly don't blame Criston for his deep aversion to Rhaenyra, that's his aggressor, the person that made him feel impotent and worthless, the reason for the stain in his honor. This kind of trauma can fuck up a person's mental health, and is worse when you spend years repressing until you snap.