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[teoxart]

Velaena Velaryon - Mother to the Conquerors

[westerosiladies]

Targaryen Week Day Six Favorite Family Dynamic: Mothers and Daughters

[anoras]

Velaena Velaryon of House Velaryon, rider of the dragon Sapphirine. The second child and only daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and Harwin Strong Laenor Velaryon, she was the twin to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon and elder sister to Lucerys and Joffery Velaryon.  She was half-sister to King Aegon III Targaryen and King Viserys II Targaryen. She would survive the Dance of Dragons along with her dragon Sapphirine.  She would wed Lord Cregan Stark, to whom she would give four daughters; Sarra, Alys, Raya, and Mariah Stark. She would be called the Snow Dragon by those who remembered her, a woman who chose to sacrifice unto the cold northern climes her own happiness for the life of her family.  Forgotten by history, her name ended by her marriage to Lord Stark, she became little more than a footnote in the annals of the Targaryen Dynasty.  For her part in the Dance, however, the North remembers.  She was, and would forever be, the best loved of the Lord Starks wives; a gentle, thoughtful soul who burned Bright through the Winter of Widows, and who passed that Fire unto her daughters.

[agent-barnes40]

The Truth

Daemon X Rhaenyra

Bastard Velaryon!Reader X Aegon

Taglist: @velaena @poisonsage808

"What do you mean, your marrying Kepus?" You asked, your silver hair moving around as you circled your Muna, Rhaenyra. The older woman watched as you bristled. "My father just died and now you are marrying the man that forced you to marry my father!" You snapped, your violet eyes shining in anger as you suddenly stepped back, the realization showing in your eyes. "All of us are bastards, aren't we?" You finally snapped, eyes only hardening in anger. "That's why Rhaenys doesn't like the boys or me. I knew you were fucking Harwin, but Daemon?"

"You let me believe that this was a special occasion? That I was a blessing from the gods, to not turn out like my brothers who got the Baratheon blood!" You snapped, hands shaking as you stepped back more, away from Rhaenyra. "Daemon is my father. That's why the King can't look at me! I look like Daemon!"

Rhaenyra let you let it all out, her gaze hardening when you mentioned Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffery. "You will not talk about your brothers like that!" She chided and you scoffed.

"You let my brothers bond with their true father. Why didn't you let me? I should've had the same respect." You were close to the door and when Rhaenyra opened her mouth to answer, you held up your hand. "I know what you are going to say, That he chose Laena Velaryon instead of hunting you down and killing...."

Rhaenyra watched as you suddenly went paler and gagged. "Daemon killed Laenor, didn't he?" She moved to comfort you and pulled you into her arms. "Laenor died in a tragic accident, and it's not rare for people to remarry, it's a good match between the two of us, Daemon and I." She whispered and stroked your hair.

She didn't want to see your face, as she would see Daemon, the man who is causing her child this much pain. The doors to her chambers opened as Daemon pushed them open with a large grin on his face, expecting to see his newest bride, instead, he saw his niece holding her child and the two in visible pain.

"What happened? Are you two hurt?" He was asking, kneeling down. His hand reached out to push your hair away from your face and saw Rhaenyra's eyes glaring at him, the same burning glare that chased him down in his dreams.

"Get away from me!" You shouted and scrambled away, pushing both him and Rhaenyra away, you hurried to get up and took off, sprinting through the halls of Dragonstone and heading to the Dragon Pit to mount Sheepstealer and started to fly to Driftmark, or hell, King's Landing, whichever place Sheepstealer took you to first. Aegon popped into your head, the two of you were close, and he'd be able to comfort you. He'd be able to make sure you got your time to grieve the life you had.

You didn't know when the rain started but all you knew is that suddenly you were being greeted by dragon keepers and Kingsguard. "Can I please be escorted to The Red Keep, please?" You asked quietly. You were drenched and looked like a wet rat. A Guard wrapped their cloak around you and you shivered, thinking about Daemon and your mother. The guards kept a space away from you as they scrambled to assemble a carriage to take you through King's Landing and up to The Red Keep.

You suddenly lurched and the contents of your stomach left you. The guards came closer and moved you away from Sheepstealer, the dragon grumbled and settled down as the guards moved you into a room with a fire, to warm you up more. Aegon suddenly slipped into the room as the prince was near that part of King's Landing and wanted to check in on Sunfyre, only to find you shivering and soaked.

He kneeled down near you and brushed your hair out of your face. "Everything okay?" He whispered, his hand resting on your cheek, and his eyes meeting yours, and that's when the tears finally started. "M-mother is marrying Daemon, a-and I think something else has happened." You whispered in between hiccups and Aegon pulled you into his arms.

Aegon quickly picked you up and headed for the barely prepared carriage that was sent from the Keep to stay near the Dragon Pit. He got you situated in the seat before settling in beside you. "Tell me. What do you think has happened?"

"I think Daemon killed Laenor." You whispered, and Aegon's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive, and I think my mother is involved." You said, a small bit louder and sat a bit straighter. "I want to become a ward to The King and Queen. I don't want to be near my mother and future stepfather."

Aegon brushed his hand against your cheek and nods. "I'll talk to them." He presses a kiss on the back of his hand, an indirect kiss to your cheek. You knew you were going to be safe, with him and away from those murderers.

[multimuseroleplays]

Incoming Character 015

Name: Aemma Velaryon

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire

Faceclaim: Natalie Dormer

Alias: Princess Aemma, Lady Aemma, The Strong Bastard, Aemma Strong (by Greens), Aemma Dragonblood, and more

Title(s):

Princess of Westeros

Lady to Driftmark

Heir to the Iron Throne

Date of Birth: 112 AC

Mother: Rhaenyra Targaryen

Legal Father: Laenor Velaryon

Biological Father: Ser Harwin Strong

Stepfather: Daemon Targaryen

Siblings: Jacaerys Velaryon, Lucerys Velayron, Joffrey Velayron (full blood)/Aegon and Viserys Targaryen (half)/Baela and Rhaena Targaryen (stepsisters)

Grandsire: King Viserys I Targaryen/Corlys Velayron

Grandmother: Queen Consort Aemma Arryn/Rhaenys Targaryen

Dragon(s): Valora, the Wretched

Relatives:

Amanda Arryn (2x Cousin)

Ser Arnold Arryn (2x Cousin)

Laena Velaryon (Aunt/3x Cousin/Deceased)

Aegon II Targaryen (half-uncle)

Helaena Targaryen (half-aunt)

Aemond Targaryen (half-uncle)

Daeron Targaryen (half-uncle)

Sexuality: Straight

Love Interests: (Aemond Targaryen/Looking)

Children: Maegor and Velaena Targaryen (w/ Aemond)

[fromtheboundlesssea]

All Wars Must End:

WHAT if Velaena was Laenor’ biological child?

If Valaena was very clearly Laenor’s daughter, Rhaenyra probably would have betrothed Valaena and Jace and perhaps have even had them marry prior to Viserys’ death. Although, to get Daemon more involved, she might have still betrothed Baela to Jace. And there is still the issue that Valaena is a girl and would not be able to inherit Driftmark above Luke and therefore she wouldn’t have been able to take over her father’s place as heir to Driftmark.

Her appearance and her connection as Jace’s twin would have been used to just say that Luke merely looks more Baratheon than Velaryon.

Either way, sadly, Rhaenyra would have had to use her daughter to keep her sons safe.

[yunaff05]

vultures - chapter two. (blindness of youth)

fanfic: the retelling of house targaryen and the dance of the dragons. a universe where princess rhaenyra firstborn child was a woman. princess valaena velaryon, daughter of laenor velaryon and rhaenyra targaryen, the heir to the iron throne, princess of the realm that does not accept her for what she is to come.

word count: 3.7 k (not proof read)

prologue, chapter one

midday sunlight leaked through the many windows that covered valaena's chamber walls. a warm, orange ray falling onto the princess fair and white skin, forcing her to remember the freedom that is awaiting her outside.

she could be drawing under the weir wood tree, visiting her mother and the new babe, or even watching her idiotic uncle aegon and aemond spar with her equally as stupid brothers.

though instead, valaena's back is up painfully straight, soft hands resting on the failed attempt at embroidery while her violet eyes peer out the window. day dreaming of many things, possible and impossible. maybe a beautiful knight to come and save her...

"princess valaena!" - yelled out septa essie, jumping valaena out of her dreams and into the present. the princess swiftly focuses back onto the embroidery with a scowl. "you do not need to yell at me" valaena grumbled out in response.

a dry chuckle was heard coming from the septa. a smirk showcasing on her face with the many wrinkles that littered it appearing more prominent "i was not yelling my princess" said the holy lady with a content sigh, hooded eyes still focused on her own embroidery "i had to catch your attention somehow"

valaena's gaze watched septa essie's precise and smooth movements of her nimble fingers working against the stitches of the black thread. tilting her head, the princess groans. chucking her own embrodiery onto the table thats between herself and the septa.

stubbornly glaring up into septa essie's dark blue eyes that are now on the princess. "i am done for today" stated valaena. compeling the septa to raise her thin eyebrow with confusion.

clearing her throat, the septa hums "you are not done princess, we still need to finish this and go over the histories of-" before she could even finish her sentence, the princess in question is already standing up and brushing her velvet dress skirt.

"tasks we can carry on with tomorrow" arrogance laced in her youthful voice, the pout that has been plastered on valaena's face ever since the beginning of her lessons now twisiting into a smug smirk.

scurrying around the round table, valaena looks at the old and round septa through the corner of her eyes "goodbye septa essie" announce velaena with a careless curtsy before rushing to the chamber doors.

watching the princess leave her sight, septa essie frustratdely clenched her fists "do not open that door or else i'll be telling your mother this childis-!"

the sound of a heavy wooden door opening and slamming shut cuts off the septa, yet again. leaving the holy woman alone in the princess chambers with annoyance.

grunting, the septa unclenches her fists in defeat. lowering her head and traveling her gaze around the royal princess valaena velaryon's room. covered in fine silks, gold, and toys.

clicking her tongue, septa essie can only let out a sigh.

"that girl is beyond spoiled rotten"

leaving that unbearable septa was thrilling to valaena. feeling a sense of victory over the old hag, even if all she did was return back the attitude she was giving out and leaving her stupefy.

giggling to herself as she steps through the large red keep halls, a proud smile pulling at the corner of her red cheeks and dimples.

valaena knew where she was heading, and where she wanted to go to the most. the training pits. or most likely the fact that it was the safest option than rather go to her mother. the septa is a fool but she wouldn't back away from her threat she gave out to the princess.

frowning at the thought of getting in trouble, it only makes her speed up her steps. heading down staircases, halls, and the throne room where her grand-sire, king viserys sits, she finally makes it to outside the castle.

hearing the faint noises of grunts, chatter and men, the princess eagerly lifts her dress skirt and beginning to run to the sounds as they only get louder and louder. eventually being greeted by the sight of her grand-sire and his hand, lyonel strong, observing the pits from above.

scurrying her shoes on the cobble, the princess heads to her grand-sire enthusiastically "grandfather!" valaena calls out to the old king.

the king squinting his tired eyes and turning his head to where the voice is coming from. viserys once puzzled look changing into a wide smile.

"valaena my dear! oh come, come" patting his lap, valaena happily jumps onto his lap. earning a grunt from the king at the sudden pressure, making valaena feel guilty at her eagerness.

tilting her head to the side, she lowers her gaze and peers at the king with round glossy eyes "i'm sorry grandfather..." murmured valaena hesitantly. such a innocent sight of his grand-daughter instantly melts viserys heart.

staring at her with a softening gaze, he shakes his head with a tsk of his tongue. reaching his hands to grip around her waist "come sit here, you'll get a better sight of your kin" viserys said under his breath as he pulled valaena against his chest.

"thank you grandfather" said valaena as she looked back straight ahead, trying to hide the small smirk growing on her lips. shuffling to get a little more comfortable before lifting her chin to view the training pit grounds.

the princess' lilac eyes widen at the scene of aegon, the larger boy, landing relentless attacks on jacaerys, a child half his size.

furrowing her white eyebrows at the injustice, valaena tilts her head to the side while her eyes still stay stuck on cole demanding aegon's brutality.

"this isn't fair" she uttered for the old kings ears. viserys only leaning into her with a hum of agreement, parting his lip with some sort of defence - "they are boys, this is what boys do, tis' is just harmeless fun"

excused the king before the sudden screech of aegon yelling 'you dare lay hands on me!' at ser harwin strong stopping the prince from carrying on any further. "aegon!" called out the king in hope to chime down the obvious tension brewing down their, yet it comes to no prevail.

aegon and jacaerys stand next to their brothers while ser criston cole and ser harwin strong battle it out through words and restraint. valaena hops off her grandfathers lap as she instead looms over the cobblestone bricks in hopes to hear what is being said down below.

but instead, all that is heard is the sudden noise of harwin's fist meeting cole's face. the velaryon princess jumping in surprise that her back turns straight. eyes wide as they witness cole being punched again, and again, and again.

all until it takes four kingsguard to tear ser harwin breakbones off the dornish knight who can now finally catch a breath.

"say it again! say it again!" roared ser harwin strong so loud that it was heard by the king himself without trouble. moments pass and cole gets up, spitting out blood from his mouth as the targaryen and velaryon princes are still stunned.

ser harwin being dragged away while the hand can only watch with a troubled expression, unable to make any remark on what they had just been witness too or for his sons actions at all.

valaena only glances at the king and the hands reaction before impulsively running from them. viserys parting his mouth, but nothing leaves. the king deciding best to let her go than try to stop her from her own foolish actions.

rushing down the worn-out steps that lead the way to the training pit. the princess looks around her surroundings, staring at aemond and aegon who stare back. "what are you doing here? aegon commented snarky with an unimpressed glint in his eyes. aemond on the other hand lowers his head and stares at his niece with a softened gaze.

rolling her similar purple eyes, valaena glares at aegon "i'm here to check on my brothers, not you" - this earning a scoff from aegon as he placed his hand on the belt of his tunic.

"are you two okay?" asked valaena in a soft tone while looking down at her two brown haired brothers, lucerys looking a bit more bewildered as he nods his head in response. valaena flashing a small smile at the younger boy as she reaches her hand out to run pale fingers through the brown locks. luke leaning against the velvet dress she wears.

moving her gaze from one brothers head to the other, jacaerys avoiding eye contact with his elder sister as a pout stays on his lips. such a view forcing a smile smile to break on her pink lips. "and you my sullen prince? are you okay?"

expecting jacaerys to simply say yes or no to the question, the prince responds upset "i am fine. and i do not need to be babied by you anymore" - "i am capable of looking after myself" jace snapped to valaena.

such blunt words shocking valaena as her eyebrows stay raised, but her smile fades into a small frown.

"i was just asking-"

"you don't need to ask!" jacaerys swiftly bites back with, the prince looking from his sisters somber self to his younger brothers dumbfounded face. jacaerys then deciding to storm away from his kin with a lowered head.

is he ashamed? of me? himself? his sword skills? - is all that rushes through her head as valaena turns to watch jacaerys leave the sight of the training pits.

instead flickering to peer over at the trio of aegon, aemond and cole. only aemond having the decency to give a small wave, valaena returning it with a small smile aswell before walking with luke by her side as they follow in jacaerys steps and leave the training pits that is tainted with what happened only earlier.

evening sunlight was covered by the red drapes of jace and lukes shared chambers. the duo getting ready for bed after hours have passed of the incident that happened in the yard today.

jace and valaena still having not discussed the sudden outburst he had, and it rather being for the best.

lucerys, valaena and jacaerys all sit and lay on the rug while playing with wooden toys. just like how they started the day. valaena flickering her gaze to their mother, rhaenyra, who is talking to ser harwin strong. the lord commander of the city watch now revoked of his title and banished back to his castle, harrenhall.

valaena, remembering from the histories septa jeyne blabbered on about, is that harrenhall is the largest castle in the seven kingdoms. and the only castle of which such tales and curses it contains like no other in the realm.

observing ser harwin move across the room, the princess watches as he crouches down beside her brothers, ruffling lucerys hair that matches his.

"be kind to your mother lads, i'll try and visit you when i can" ser harwin strong said to the two boys, and nothing to valaena "but that may be some time" the knight added as he stood on his two feet.

harwin turning to look beside him at jace, reaching out to talk to the boy. but instead he runs to his mother who stands with her own grief. looking down at her eldest son with furrowed eyebrows, coddling joffery in her arms anxiously.

"jace..." murmured rhaenyra.

the knight reaches out to lift up the princes lowered head, as if it was in defeat. "i will return, i promise" jacaerys brightened face only grows at the mans words, nodding his head in approval. ser harwins gloved hands rubbing jacaerys cheek with content and a soft look in his brown eyes.

him moving those soft brown eyes to the babe in his mothers arms, harwin furrowing his thick eyebrows.

"do not be a stranger when we meet again..."

the knight whispers out, leaning down to place a loving and warm kiss on the baby boys crown. standing back up to now instead look down at the princess rhaenyra, looking into her glossy violet eyes as she struggles to look into his own brown ones.

princess rhaenyra trying everything but focus on the fact of ser harwin breakbones is leaving the red keep for his lifetime. harwin understands her, like how her understands jacaerys, and even lucerys.

bowing his head slightly with a small somber closed lip smile, he mutters out "princess..." until he looks down at the stone ground with a brooding gaze. nodding with acknowledgement before suddenly turning around to face his back towards her as the knight grabs his swords and bag of belongings.

as he does so, he is greeted by the unamused face of valaena laying on the rug and staring up at the man. harwin flashing her a smile aswell, though it didn't feel like a happy one.

"you look after your brothers alright? take over my duty" declared ser harwin strong, a proud look on his face with a humorous glint to it.

the words he spoke making the princess feel a wave of electricity run down her spine, a wide smile to reveal her white teeth and eagerness at the offer "i will" she responsed back with a slight voice crack, the fair face of the princess turning bright pink.

a deep chuckle heard revibrating off the walls.

and then he left.

heavy thuds of the knight were felt and heard as he exited the chambers and walked down the red keep hall in a strut. shortly after jacaerys rushes out of the chambers aswell, rhaenyra following her son with soft steps. the mother and son standing outside and watching their white knight leave to never truly return again like it was before.

"are you going to miss ser harwin strong?" asked valaena to lucerys, a boy who always seemed more intrested in his playthings than any person or dragon.

the boy furrows his eyebrows and glances at his sister, pursing his red lips "he was nice i guess, he carved me a few nice toys, i dont think i'll miss him" - said by the blindness of youth.

tilting her head, valaena purses her own lips at lucerys words. finding them interesting and wondering if he'll truly not care for the knight as he grows older, or that care only grows into a thorn bush.

eventually, their mother and brother enter the room "it is time for bed you boys, come on now" rhaenyra says as joffery rests in her now still arms.

jacaerys walking to his bed upset, lucerys pleading to play with his toys a little bit more and valaena day dreaming of a dragon as her hand reaches to pick up one of the wooden dragon carvings.

imaging a dragon, one with large wings that its shadow could cover lands, a tail like a whip, mighty horns and fangs, a beast that she could proudly call hers. one that the princess could ride on its back and feel the wind rush through her.

the feeling of being free and loved a fleeting dream.

wild roses and poppies in full bloom, wilted pink tulips beside them as they bunch together in the trimmed emerald green bushes. the gardens of the red keep were surely something, even more beautiful as the sun sets behind valaena and her mother.

rhaenyra had asked valaena to come with her to the gardens, telling her young daughter that she wished to talk to her about something important. this making valaena sweat.

the mother-and-daughter duo step down the gardens with silence. nobody having spoken a word, it seeming that rhaenyra struggling to conjure up the right words and valaena, to nervous about what those words could be.

swallowing down the feelings that makes her stomach flutter, the princess tilting her chin to look up at her mother whos gaze is staring down at one of the rare flowers.

wetting her wet lips, valaena suddenly speaks up hesitantly "i-if this is about the septa- i didn't mean to be so harsh towards the lady. its just that she was boring me to death and..." struggling to make an excuse, valaena tightens her hands into fists.

rhaenyra raises an eyebrow, seeming amused by the sudden energy and words pouring out of valaena's lips and the anxious expression stuck on her face.

chuckling, rhaenyra shakes her head, stopping in her tracks to look softly down at valaena. "no, no" - smiled out rhaenyra, crows feetaround her violet eyes - "its not that septa business" said rhaenyra with a content sigh. "though i do expect you to be more respectful"

hearing her mothers last firm words force her to roll eyes at such a bothersome command "i will..." valaena said in surrdender with a low head. kicking her shoes against the footpath as rhaenyra and valaena both stand infront of eachother.

silence befalls them again. a warm breeze blowing by the two and the sweet harmony of birds singing in the trees. it being a comfortable silence until the sound of rhaenyra's dress shuffling is heard, and the sight of her on her knees is shown to valaena does it really surprise the velaryon princess.

"mother, what are you doing?" asked the confused princess, furrowing her eyebrows, stepping back and unaware on why her mother has been acting so odd ever since they entered these gardens.

extending a hand out, rhaenyra clutches onto valaena's own. looking up at her daughter with glossy eyes that were pale in comparrasion to valaena's wide lilac eyes. sniffling, rhaenyra moves closer to valaena, clearing her throat to be ready for the words to leave her red lips.

staring up at her daughter, from afar, it could be misunderstood as asking for forgiveness "valaena, ive told you many times the duties of being heir to the iron throne are a heavy one... duties we happily are willing to challenge and duties that we wish to take no part in, yet we... have no choice in the matter"

the young princess listens to her mothers worrying speech, lips parting in confusion, like she wanted to ask what is wrong? did something happen? spit it out already.

rhaenyra tried to stare into her daughters own gaze, though finding it a struggle at the weight of it. instead glancing around the place and squeezing valaena's hand to let it be known she cares.

brushing silver strands behind her ear, rhaenyra looks down at valaena's feet "when i was a bit older than you, age of 10 and 6, i was married to your father, laenor. and before me was your grand-sires, viserys and aemma, them betrothed at 10 and 6 and 10 and ten"

widening her eyes and raising her eyebrows, valaena tilted her head to the side "mother what are you trying to say?"

the sweet and soft voice of her daughter made rhaenyra's face turn into stone, only a feeling of guilt washing over her. not wanting to make the same mistake her own father, viserys, put upon her with the marriage between laenor and herself. not wishing the problems that have come along with that mistake to be pushed to her only daughter and heir.

placing valaena's hand on her cheek, rhaenyra cups it gently. using it to reassure her own self of the alliance she had to force for the good of house targaryen, for the advantage of the realm.

"what i am trying to say is that... being heir comes with marriages, unwanted or wanted, successful or unsuccessful" shutting her eyes, rhaenyra's lips part with hesitancy clinging around her throat.

"and thats why you've been bethrothed to aegon targaryen, you two will grow together and learn.."

words falling onto deaf ears, valaena standing shocked, surprised and already seeing her dreams flying away into the breeze. of a white knight, freedom and love.

valaena moves away from her mother, stepping back yet again until her back is pressed against the bushes "no, no, no!" yelled out the princess, not wanting to believe any of it. to believe her mother wouldn't sell her off to her idiot of an uncle, the same man who teases, ridicules, and shames valaena.

what kind of happy union is this?

the muffled noise of rhaenyra's hurried and anxious words of excuses and reasoning fade into nothing but white noise. the view of her mother's sorry face becoming disorented with tears blocking valaena's vision.

"valaena i'm sorry, i truly am, but this is for your own good a-"

slapping rhaenyra's hand away from her, tears drip down from her flushed cheeks "you are not sorry! you didn't! you didn't even ask if i was okay with this!" stuttering, repeating, and attempting to sound audible, the princess fails. her shaky voice strumming at the heart strings of her mother.

rhaenyra moves her right hand to instead cover her mouth rather than reach out to valaena. own tears building in her glossy eyes, heart clenching and a feeling of regret dwelling in her stomach.

shakily sucking in a breath, rhaenyra shakes her head and grabs valaena's blue dress skirt in desperation "please valaena, understand that all i do for you is for your own benefit and pleasure in life"

shaking her head, the velaryon princess grunts and pushes her mothers hands off her weakly. not able to find any strength in her rage-filled body and soul.

"you only do what pleasures you mother!" screamed valaena, causing an even greater scene that attracts all the gardeners attention.

chest heaving up and down, valaena grabs the wild rose rhaenyra placed into her hair earlier and throws it to the ground. it now beated, squashed and uncared for.

parting her swollen red lips, valaena threatens to say more harsh words. though, as her vision becomes clear once more. she sees her mothers own tears fall down her cheeks. hands on her lap, knees on the stone infront of her daughter, and apologetics.

groaning, valaena grabs a fistful of her hair before storming away from her mother. valaena running away from rhaenyra, leaving her alone in the middle of green bushes, flowers and the warm sunlight of the setting sun. while valaena runs into the darkness of the red keep, sheltering and hiding from her duties and feelings.

pity, self-hatred and regret lingering with rhaenyra, all the while valaena is being haunted by duty, loss of dreams and betrayal.

heavy is the head who wears the crown.

[starksinthenorth]

there’s Targaryen lineage in the Velaryons - Velaena Velaryon, mother of Aegon I, was half Targaryen - and there was a bunch of intermarriage.

The implication (which is lost without Nettles smh) is that the blood doesn’t have anything to do with the ability to ride

See....... I was right!!!

Corlys himself said that they are of the old valyria but never dragon lords.

Addam's ability to ride a dragon comes from his mother's lineage.

[hylora]

Hi! I absoblutely love your art of the asoiaf characters! In your recent winning poll, you are doing Velaena, Alyssa and Daenaera. Have you thought of adding Laena to the list? She's not technically a queen but still a Velaryon consort to a Targaryen prince. Again, I'm looking forward to your illustration of the Velaryon ladies!

Thank you ! I will maybe add her since technically Valaena wasnt a queen either, to be honest it will depend if i'm lazy or not lol. I've just finished sketching Daenaera and I am frustrated by my lack of inspiration for Valaena so there is still hope that I add Laena 

[anoras]

ask meme | ✿ for a general moodboard about my oc (@girlbosselrond)

Velaena Velaryon; a dragon in snow

[autoraghost]

Visenya Targaryen

Filha primogênita de Velaena Velaryon e Aerion Targaryen. Irmã do rei Aegon I Targaryen e mãe de Maegor I, O Cruel. Ela também era uma de suas duas esposas, a outra era a sua irmã mais jovem Rhaenys. Montou o dragão Vhagar durante a Conquista dos Sete Reinos e na Primeira Guerra Dornesa.

Visenya era uma mulher apaixonada, temperamental, severa e sensual, mais voluptuosa do que sua irmã Rhaenys, mais apaixonada, entretanto possuía um lado sombrio e implacável. Mesmo aqueles que a amaram intensamente testemunharam sua severidade e fúria. Descreviam-na como uma "beleza áspera", com os seus olhos violetas e cabelos prateados e vestia-se como uma guerreira, muitas vezes trançava os cabelos ou amarrava-os em anéis, enquanto Rhaenys usava o dela solto.

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The Pain

Set during "Three Eyes Between You"

After Alicent takes your eye

TW: Graphic descriptions of ocular injury, pain description, violence, medical talk

Special thanks to @tinfairies discord, without all of them, Ya'll wouldn't be getting this content.

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Aegon had to look away, hearing your pained grunts. He heard you trying to breathe through the pain, then saw your knife with a bleeding mass being tossed into the fire and he bolted to your side. He's ripping his shirt off and pressing it onto your bleeding socket. He's trying to comfort you and get you to calm down. "My love, I know it hurts. I know. I need you to breathe through your mouth." He's whispering, pushing away Rhaenyra and even his own father. He only lets the maesters get close to you before he rounds on Alicent. His eyes are alight with the Targaryen anger.

"You dare to maim my future betrothed! The only person who loves me, unconditionally. They do not judge me for the unholy acts I do. They will now be unloved by everyone but me!" Aegon snaps, his hands are gripped tightly, his own hands much like his lover's, mother's, and brother's hands are soaked and caked in blood.

"Oh, Aegon, they told me to do it," Alicent said, her eyes looking anywhere but at her eldest son. The young man knew he was stepping out of line when even Heleaena touched his shoulder. "You can scream and shout at Mother later, they need you." She whispered before Aegon turned, hurried over to you, and wrapped his hand around yours. "Are you alright my love? That's an idiotic question, You are not alright." You smiled weakly at the prince. "You had no need to defend me. The only love I need is yours, my prince."

Aemond had gripped your other hand, and Helaena had moved to the group, showing a wall of strength to the people surrounding the Velaryon and Targaryen households. You slowly stood up, shakily, and met Rhaenyra's eyes. "Īlon ūndegon ao hae iksā, mandia. Aōha trēsi issi se drīve bisa lentor iksis ezīmagon." You said, using Valyrian to make sure only family heard. We see you as you are, sister. Your sons are the reason this family is split.

Rhaenyra put an arm over her sons as if you were going to attack. "I won't hurt Lucerys or attempt to, I do not blame him for my eye. I will try to teach Aemond that, but I do not know how successful that will be. Teach your sons to think first."

"And Uncle, according to my younger brother, your daughters fought well. Maybe instead of leering at the heir, you could teach them to think first instead of act."

[chlostertalks]

I Think I Know Who the Night King Is

It's Aegon the Conqueror. Here's why.

Background/A Reason to Fight for the Throne

Aegon I of House Targaryen, also known as Aegon the Conqueror, was first of his name and rode Balerion the Dread (the largest dragon skull shown in S7E2) to conquer all seven kingdoms. He was the first king of the Andals and the First Men, and Protector of the Realm. We hear more about him through the books Shireen used to read; he’s not to be confused with Grand Maester Aemon's brother, Aegon V. 

He also had a sword, Blackfyre, the most popular Targaryen sword and one of the most powerful made of Valyrian steel; Talk the Thrones brought up that the Golden Company (the sellsword army working with Cersei) may still have this sword in their possession.

According to the books, Aegon I married both his sisters (ew, but it is known that House Targaryen traditionally committed incest to keep their bloodline going) and had a child with each: Aenys (pronounced like Enes Kanter) and Maegor. Aenys was a sickly boy, and ruled in a way similar to King Tommen on the show. Maegor's reign was cruel, and he rode Balerion to continue his tyranny. 

These three kings were the first to rule Westeros, so they have claims to the throne. Especially in Aegon I's case, the ability to conquer lands means that he could do what he want with them, including the possibility of cutting down sacred trees. This action would anger the Children and give them reason to stab a man with dragonglass.

Fun facts: Aegon's sister-wives' names are Rhaenys and Visenya. Lots of repeating of prefixes through the years. Also, Balerion had four riders before his death at age 200 (how many dragon years is that?). 

Qyburn and Cersei in front of the skull of Balerion the Dread.

Only Targaryen can ride dragons

Dragons are smart. They know Targaryen blood when they sense it. That's why in last night's season premiere, Jon Snow was able to ride Rhegal (named for his father, coincidentally enough). This is also why Rhegal and Drogon sneered at the sight of Danaerys and Jon kissing at the waterfall, even though incest was common practice in House Targaryen. Even though the Night King had to shoot down Viserion in order to make the dragon part of the Army of the Undead, it would still take some sort of blood bond to ride the mysterious animal.

 The Night King can temporarily extinguish fire as he walks–a more OP power than Danaerys

This reminds me of a scene in Naruto: Shippuden when Madara Uchiha points out that Lady Tsunade is not as powerful as her grandfather. For those unaware, Madara was a major villain in the series, and Lady Tsunade was the leader of her village, the title being hokage. Tsunade had the power to heal herself after suffering critical wounds, but she wasn't as powerful as her grandfather, Hashirama Senju, First Hokage. He could transform landscapes, fight nonstop for a day and still be fresh to continue, and heal quickly. In fact, his cells were used for amputations and mutations in the series.

Danaerys can walk through fire, an incredible feat within itself. However, the Night King can extinguish fire temporarily with a single step; moreover, his clothes do not burn as he walks over fire. Could Danaerys' power be a strand of a greater power of her enemy?

The White Walker army is not immune to dragonglass and Valyrian steel–the two weapons of the Targaryen family

We know that dragonglass can kill White Walkers, for that is why Jon and Danaerys are mining it for the war. I also believe the Children stabbed through their target with a dragonglass dagger to create the Night King in the first place. Jon has also killed a White Walker with Longclaw, his blade of Valyrian steel. Being that the Old Valyria is extinct and full of grayscale sufferers, there are but few Valyrian steel weapons left in the world. In addition to Jon Snow, Arya Stark, Brienne of Tarth, Jaime Lannister, and Sam Tarly have such weapons.

Based on the below family tree, Aegon I was the son of Aerion Targaryen, Lord of Dragonstone, and Velaena Velaryon of the Old Valyria. House Velaryon and House Targaryen have married each other several times throughout the course of history, and Valyrian steel soon became closely associated with House Targaryen. Could it be that the White Walkers are not immune to these two weapons because their leader's house used them?

Targaryen family tree. Reddit. Also, lol at Robert Baratheon hating Targaryens when he has the same great-grandfather as Danaerys. 

Aegon I parallels to William the Conqueror, just like the show parallels the War of the Roses

Obviously, England and France didn't fight a thousand-year-old villain like the Night King, but this parallel may be important. William the Conqueror conquered and united England in 1066, just as Aegon I conquered and united the England-shaped Westeros. William's reign led to interlinking dynasties and wars between England and France, just as Aegon's reign led to the same results with Westeros and France-shaped Essos. Of all the major players in the War of Roses and Game of Thrones, one of the only major players in the former that has yet to have a place in the latter is William the Conqueror. Now would be a perfect time to introduce him to give us a backstory on how Westeros came to be. Not only does it set up a motive for a villain to return to his throne, but it also sets up the future Game of Thrones prequel.

Spiral patterns similar to the Targaryen crest

We've seen spiral patterns that the Army of the Dead leaves behind throughout the series. It didn't dawn on me that the spiral resembles the Targaryen crest until Beric sets Ned Umber and the pinned arms and hands on fire last night. 

THEORY: Either Aegon I or his sons, Aenys and Maegor, conquered too much and destroyed lands, causing the Children to interfere and stab one of them against the tree.

PROBLEM: 

Aegon I died of a stroke four years after his last trek throughout Westeros, according to the books. There also could be a continuity error in the series, as the Night King has posed a threat on Westeros for thousands of years. Plus, to me, the man tied to the tree resembles more of Aenys’ appearance than Aegon I. 

But why make a character secondary to his father the main villain of a series? Anyway....

HOW THIS COULD PLAY OUT: 

The Targaryen crest has three dragon heads. Each of the three dragons we've come to know and love has a rider of Targaryen blood. Plus, in the intro to every season of GoT, the last animal shown before the GoT logo is the animal of the family who is in power; for seven seasons, the last animals on the sundial were a lion and a stag for Houses Lannister and Baratheon, but season 8′s last animal is a dragon as a comet blazes by. The final battle is a fight to the death (possibly at this new location called Last Hearth), with one of the Targaryens coming out on top.

But who will it be? 

[lemonhemlock]

Hi! I love your blog!

So I saw your answer to the ask about who Aegon and Helaena would marry if they didn’t marry each other. You said that it wouldn’t be beneficial for the greens to have Helaena marry outside the family because it would create a whole branch of other dragon riders who are not Targs. But would it really? Helaena is half Andal and half Valyrian, so if she married an Andal boy, her kids would only be a quarter Valyrian. Would they be able to ride dragons? I don’t know what percent Valyrian the Strong boys are, but it’s more than a quarter, right?

Hey there! Thank you for your lovely message.

To answer your ask, I'm not going to try and ascertain the exact percentage of Targaryen blood, because that would be an insane endeavour and prone to a lot of errors, as it is, since we don't have enough information. 😅

For example, Velaena Velaryon (mother of the Conqueror) was half-Targaryen herself, but we don't know how "pure" her husband Aerion's blood was to begin with. Since the Targaryens and the Velaryons were known to often intermarry, then both Alyssa Velaryon and Corlys should have some dragon DNA, as well, yet they are both dragonless. Similarly, Orys Baratheon is presumably Aerion's bastard son; his grandson Rogar should also have some Targaryen blood. He married Alyssa Velaryon (another carrier) and had Jocelyn, who, in turn, married Prince Aemon Targaryen - the parents of Rhaenys.

So a lot of these above-mentioned people did not have dragons. Princess Daella, the daughter of a brother-sister couple (both dragon-riders) married Rodrik Arryn and had Queen Aemma - she didn't have a dragon either, although her lineage must have been pretty strong. This begs the question - was that a matter of lack of access to dragons or did the gene just didn't activate in their case? George keeps it vague for that very reason - it would complicate the story too much to impose a mathematical threshold for how much Targaryen blood you need to carry to be able to bond with a dragon.

In the same vein, the genealogy of the dragonseeds is kept deliberately ambiguous. These people aren't necessarily direct bastards of some Targaryen lordling - that's, again, another aspect that would complicate the story too much - like are they Daemon's or Viserys' bastards?? It's more likely that someone in their family was a direct bastard at some point and they went on to have children of their own. If these descendants also intermingled, then their dragonblood could have strengthened.

I think it's safe to make two observations from this:

1. having Targaryen blood doesn't ensure you bond with a dragon. Only 3 out of the 10 children of Jaeherys' and Alysanne's that lived beyond their infancy had dragons. 30%? Those are pretty damning odds. Rhaenys, however, had a 100% success rate, but she only had two children. How would she fare if she had 10 children? Maybe Rhaenys just got lucky and her other hypothetical 8 children would have remained dragonless.

2. since this is mainly guesswork, it's better to have more Targaryen blood than less. If your objective is to acquire a dragon no matter what, every little advantage helps. Sure, maybe all of Alicent's grandchildren would have turned out to be dragon-riders, even if her children all married outside the family. But why would she risk it? The parity at the time of Aegon's and Helaena's betrothal was 3 green dragons (Sunfyre, Tessarion, Dreamfyre only very recently acquired) vs Rhaenyra's 5 (Syrax, Seasmoke, Vermax, Arrax, Tyraxes) - I'm counting before Laenor "dies". If push came to shove and all-out war broke off, could Alicent rely on Rhaenys, Laena and Daemon to take her side? Probably not. So you can add their dragons to the mix, too. Remember that Laena still holds Vhagar.

The Hightowers are in very big trouble if something were to happen and need to cling to every little asset they have. Aegon has more dragon blood than Jace, but less than Rhaenyra. If he were to have children with a non-Targaryen woman, their super magical gene pool would be statistically smaller than Jace's. Is that enough for dragon-bonding? Maybe. Maybe not. But, again, why would you risk it, when the solution is very simple?

Alicent already has two other children she can barter for political marriages, so, honestly, she can do both. If she absolutely had to, she can marry again herself after Viserys dies. Who wouldn't want a beautiful, still young, Dowager Queen? In the books, Alicent has several other brothers, as well. Otto himself is still unmarried. Nobody wants to snag the Hand of the King? Furthermore, there are three male heirs to the High Tower in the direct line of succession - Lyonel, Martyn and Garmund. These are not bad catches for anyone interested.

Thing is that, if you're writing an AU and want to give all of Alicent's grandchildren dragons regardless of their parentage, it wouldn't be excessively out of the realm of possibility. But in-universe, I think anyone's reaction would be to mitigate risk as much as possible and, after drafting that cost-benefit analysis, would come to the conclusion that Aegon and Helaena marrying could very well give them that extra edge that could ensure their survival.

[7kingdomshq]

*.:｡ ✧( CANDICE KING, TWENTY-SEVEN,SHE/HER ) a little bird told me that they have seen ( VALAENA VELARYON ) roaming the capital, the ( LADY ) of ( DRIFTMARK ), and loyal to ( HOUSE TARGARYEN). there have been whispers that they’re ( crafty + engaging ). however, some would say that they’re ( impatient + quick-tempered ). may the old gods and the new gods be watching over them ! ( noelle, pst, twenty-one, she/her )

*.:｡ ✧ my little birds have told me that candice king VALAENA VELARYON is in the capital, i hope to hear from her in the next TWELVE hours !

note : velaena is twenty - six !!

[anoras]

Some Number of Sentences Sunday Monday

no one tagged me but i feel insane about velaena rn

"One must presume in these things," She murmured, "I endeavor to honor my brother's promise to you, as well.  I would -- I would presume to say that to fulfill that pact through me would be more a worthwhile act than to wait for a daughter of his that shall never come."

"You would presume correctly."  There was something in his voice, a sadness perhaps, a wistful tone that betrayed a longing for better times.  She had guessed correctly, it seemed, though at cost.  Her own longing inside her -- that near physical pain that came, clutching at her heart, when she thought of her twin -- swelled, a wave about to crest and send her deep beneath the waters of her own sorrow.

Neither acknowledged whatever it was that passed between them, that camaraderie, that understanding of each other's plight.  She breathed, she steadied herself, she blinked away the tears that threatened her; the picture once more of a noblewoman.