#wcrriorhearts; elaena

[hearthofvesta-archived]

starter for @wcrriorhearts Elaena.

Days were filled with meetings, sitting in councils with his mother, and every once in a while sneaking off to fly with Vermax. By the afternoon on the busiest days, Jacaerys wished for a nap and a little quiet. Now, he had finished with one of the longest meetings to date and he quickened his steps toward the kitchens. It was possibly going to be the best time to sneak himself a little treat and go completely unnoticed by everyone. That was the hope, anyway.

Yet, it didn’t take long before he noticed the footsteps following behind him. “It seems I have a shadow following me..” He teased without turning, slowing down his steps to allow her to catch up to him.

[bcldbaela]

❝  would you just stop treating me like something you’re trying to fix?  ❞ from Ella

Baela could only stand there. Ella's words went straight to her heart. Had she really been doing such a thing? She had only wanted to help her adjust to the new life. To keep her safe and show her they could all be a family again. That's all Baela had wanted to do. To have her family again despite all that had been lost... "I hadn't realized I was upsetting you so much.." Baela swallowed hard, trying her best to keep her composure. Her hands rested in front of her as she clasped them together. "I need to give you space to do as you wish. Seems I have crossed boundaries."

Baela was close to excusing herself; just make sure that she did escalate any more issues that could be lurking about. She didn't want her temper to get too out of hand. "If you'll excuse me, I need to go and check on the others.." she lied. She was still trying to figure out where she would go from here.

[bcldbaela]

Baela could only nod. It would be better than the maester, but she had to make sure that she did this in a way where she wasn't caught. People would speak, and it was the last thing she needed for it to get back to Jace, and he assumed the wrong idea. "Yes, we should. Let me change into something more fitting, and we will go to them." Baela was familiar with the area and had enjoyed some time there a little after the Dance, but that wasn't for her to discuss. "We will take care of this, Ella. Please don't worry." She tried to reassure her. There were worse things that could occur, and this was merely something that happened. Men were the ones who never had to deal with the matters or be made to feel guilty, and she wouldn't let Ella feel like that.

In all honesty, Ella had not thought of the matter much, other than worrying what a nuisance she would be to her siblings. None of that had included serious thought on whether or not she wanted to be without the child, or if that desire was fuelled by wanting to do what was easiest for Jace and Baela. "I have not thought of it", she muttered honestly and shrugged slightly, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers. The whole matter was one she hated to discuss with her sister, but she believed that her parents would have perceived it even worse than Jace and Baela, so maybe this was a blessing in disguise, overall.

"I will do what I must to undo my mistake", she decided, looking up to meet her sister's gaze. There was no true attachment to the babe growing inside of her and she truly did not want to bring shame to the family name, so they would have to find a way to rid her of the burden. The Maester, however, was not the right person to ask in her opinion. "We should direct our attention elsewhere, I think. The Maester will not have knowledge of such things. He is here to ensure we fall pregnant, not the other way around. We should inquire where the local women turn to, when they find themselves in such situations. Or the women of the silk street."

[bruiisedpetals-a]

after  two  years  of  searching  with  the  smallest  hope  and  a  whisper  of  information , aeron  finally  finds  his    niece  —  daughter  of  his  late  half-sister  queen  rhaenyra  targaryen  — the  now  eight  year  old  elaena targaryen.            with.  elaena targaryen  ( @wcrriorhearts​ )

[bronzebtch]

they were ambushed.

—or so rhea would claim. in all honesty, perhaps she should have expected it. they were gone too long, and the king, young and solemn he might've been, carried with him an anxiousness that rhea would not dismiss as desperation for any kin he might have left. so of course he would've sent many more after rhea's departure. perhaps she should've written a letter, something, anything, to have at least delayed or derailed the young king's insistency to bring his sister home.

she was foolish. not elaena, rhea. in her old age, she has taken things too lightly; thought that the distance between the two continents were enough of a reason to have her guards down, to perhaps indulge in any moment of relaxation. how obtuse. she should've known. the will of a dragon is strong, and she had bore with her burn marks where once her husband and his family had laid; it is the sort of wound that could never heal correctly. she should've known.

so why was she here ? in the red keep, having just knelt down at the king's court to plea for elaena's freedom, to defend it, even at the risk of inquiring the dragons' wrath. duty, rhea thinks quickly, still foolishly, her ceremonial robe a heavy thing, but it fits her well. it fits her handsomely. under it, rhea feels the years of once carrying the title of a lord of her keep holding her upright. she is strong as the mountain like this; she can bear a little fire.

❝ little one, ❞ rhea says, as soon as she's given permission to see elaena again despite the king's reluctance; her stride grows in haste as soon as the she emerges. ❝ you're alright. ❞

@wcrriorhearts / unhinged mini para starter call

[forgaeven1]

❛⠀you may not know me, young princess, but i was once your mother's sworn shield. ❜ he was more than that, aye, though that is a position he has long lost. the princes, who were once naught but young boys by his hips, clutching at his side for a spar or two, are long grown now, heir to their mother's seat, and brilliant - beyond anything harwin could've anticipated. some part of him, the small part he never quite entertains, squeeze in heartache at the thought that he could not, for as long as he lives and breathes, claim them as his own. fatherhood will never be a mantle harwin can wear publicly, but it is still not pride in him that swells at the sight of them ? to see his sons former disciples grow well, and healthy, and sharp as anything.

they do not acknowledge him much, the boys. aye, jace was cordial and friendly, the only one out of the three who seems to have a proper inkling who he might be, and who invites him most to sparring. they do not talk about their relations, aside from the first moment jace had wanted him to know that he knew, though harwin needn't him to. this is enough, he's convinced. this has always been enough. it is only unfortunate that he must spend the last five years away after father's passing, aided even more with larys' strict recommendation from king's landing to not interfere anymore with princess rhaenyra's life and remains as he has as lord of harrenhal. which is perhaps why lucerys hadn't been so jovial at his return — possible, only, due to rhaenyra's summon — had he even knew who harwin was ? had he remembered ?

and joffrey ... oh, young little joffrey, not so little anymore.

regardless, harwin's attention falls on none of the boys, but the young girl instead. he smiles. ❛⠀i'm very glad to be here, on dragonstone. ❜

@wcrriorhearts ( for elaena ) — starter call.

[qanedanegros]

what was your childhood like? ( from Ella for Vis )

"Growing up before, after, or during the war where our family was destroying itself? Lys wasn't so horrible but my egg never quickened so I don't know how to be a dragonrider." Viserys shrugged before looking to his sister. "Lonely at times. I never thought I would come home and at times I didn't want to."

It was often strange to be back home, and at times, he struggled to fit back into his family. Or what remained of his family. All of them had endured more than any child should even still, Viserys felt like a stranger.

[twistedtangledfate]

@wcrriorhearts sent a confession.

won't you stay just a little bit longer? ( hear me out, older Ella and ghost Nyra? )

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She didn't know by what or whose power it was that she was able to be here beyond the span of her time in the world but she was grateful for it. The heart had called to her and she had come and Rhaenyra had no intention of leaving. She didn't know how long she would have here before she was dragged back to whatever misty place she had been in before. She was going to make effective use of this time.

"I will stay as long as I can but I cannot offer you guarantees of how long that will be." She smiled sadly. "This is an area about which we know little." She reached out, passing her hand over Elaena's hair. She wouldn't feel the touch, neither of them would, and there would be no warmth for either of them. It conveyed her love however in a manner reminiscent of what she had done in life.

[pulchramsolis]

[@wcrriorhearts sent]: Do not address me so informal. ( older Elaena post war 🥺 ) Pls come and break my heart with all the memes

Abrogail stops in her tracks, her arms still outstretched until slowly, the lady lowered them. She is twenty-two years old, and her heart hurts painfully at the sight of this little girl. A woman grown now, but still barely more than a child.

"I apologize, your Grace," she whispers, curtsying as always. Elaena is the king's sister now, and her other brother is in the hands of the Lyseni. Tears well in her eyes and it takes everything inside of her to not reach for the strident, stiff figure, the beautiful young woman before her. All she can remember is how she once laughed at being cuddled and tickled. Of funny faces and tiny dragons curled in the hearth. "I thought you were dead." Her voice cracks. She's been through too much to help it.

She wants to tell her she's lost all she's loved, but it's not true. There are too few of them left, and all but one stand in this keep. Elaena stands there, and little Jaehaera still breaths, about to be wedded to her cousin-nephew and Abrogail will kill anyone who tries to harm her. Just as...

A delicate little face with cherub cheeks, and large, violet eyes peers out from around her skirt. Silver hair curls around her little face as she looks up at the lady before her. Abrogail smiles, mouth trembling and picks up the toddler who snuggles uncertainly against her mother's chest.

"This is my daughter. Elaena. I..." She cannot find words and so falls quiet, averts her eyes and strokes her daughter's hair. Protective. Afraid.

[hearthofvesta-archived]

good men die too, so i'd rather be with you. ( ella for jace )

Jace gave a little smile. "Well, that is somewhat refreshing to hear, little sister." Death had been a part of their lives for too long, and he was doing his best to keep what little family he had close. This was their home, or he was trying to make it their home in every way he could. "I enjoy having you around. I miss having someone sneak to the kitchens with me to get sweets." It was a memory he had always treasured, even if it seemed from an entirely different lifetime.

[bcldbaela]

❝ I just want you to be happy. ( from Ella )

This was the happiest Baela had been in so long. She couldn't remember when she had felt happiness and peace since the Dance. "I am happy. Change isn't always easy, and I feel must be wary of everyone. All the time, but I am happy with my family." Baela admitted before sighing and looking at her sister. "That includes you. I am happy when I see you and spend time with you. Like when you used to let brush your hair and braid it."

Those memories were some of her favorites, even if they were distant. She held them close to her heart. Things had been much simpler then, and it was the calm before the Dance.

"Are you happy, Ella? I know things aren't easy but I want to do what I can to keep you happy..."

[bcldbaela]

All she wanted to do was make the Keep a home. Or at least try, but frequently, she wanted to just burn it down and build something new for them all. Everything felt more onerous now that the Dance was over. She never thought she would be the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. She had thought she would die as a dragonrider and had accepted that long ago, but here she stood. "Yes, thank you for that..." Baela didn't want to lose any more family; it felt like she was. It always felt like she was going to lose someone. She clung to the ones she had left and prayed to the Seven that she wouldn't lose them too. All she could was take care of them. Help them adjust and make it easier for them even if it meant some distance, but if that's what was needed. "I see your point. I fear I might not know what to do for Sapphire then. I do not wish to keep her uncomfortable, either. I am open to any suggestions you have." The smallfolk already fear their dragons, and if one was to eat someone, well, it would be a nightmare for them all and a headache she didn't wish to deal with. Dragonstone. No, that was one place none of them had visited in so long, and Baela had no desire to go there for as long as she was breathing. It was too much, and she couldn't imagine how it could bother Ella. "Do not worry. We will figure this out. Perhaps there's something we can build for her here or a place here." There had to be something and she wouldn't give up trying to figure out this little puzzle.

Baela's condition was reasonable and Elaena had no problem agreeing with it. She would have notified her sister or brother anyway, because she knew that even today the world was not a safe place to roam for Targaryens. It had been while she lived a continent away in a place that didn't care about the blue bloods of Westeros, but here in the land of her ancestors everyone knew what white hair and violet eyes meant and that put targets on their backs. "Of course. I had no intention of just quietly leaving anyway", she ensured her older sister and smiled over at her.

When Baela suggested letting Sapphire roam freely again, Elaena's brows rose. She knew her dragon was unhappy in her prison and the dragon keepers had a terrible time with her. Unlike the other dragons, Sapphire was impossible to put in chains to keep her subdued, so all they could do was hope that the walls could hold her and she wouldn't attempt to break out. "She would love that, but....she isn't like your dragons, Baela. Back in Essos it didn't matter, but she eats people. I'm not sure we CAN let her roam free here in the city. Maybe...maybe I could take her to Dragonstone." The word alone tasted like ash in her mouth and her breath hitched at the memory of that place. No, she would not be able to return there. The home of her childhood, where she had spent the happiest moments of her life, but also the place where she had seen her mother burn. "No, that was a bad idea. I can never go back there."

[bruiisedpetals-a]

aemma  was  his  mother.              rhaenyra  was  his  sister.                          elaena  is  their  legacy.

         ( with  aemma,  rhaenyra  +  elaena  of  @wcrriorhearts​ )

[bronzebtch]

❝ your father had a dislike for runestone ... ❞ she would not elaborate on the why, though she does beckon for the princess to step ahead if she so likes.

❝ i would hope it'll be some time yet before it bores you too. ❞

@wcrriorhearts + smol things

[forgaeven1]

i know what i said before... but i was wrong. about everything. ( for aunt rhea from elaena )

the lady of runestone speaks nothing.

in the quiet, she contemplates whether this was the very image people have seen of her, days���weeks, months, years—after her marriage. have they seen the sorrow and despair she had tried to keep so feverishly away behind her mask of indifference ? had they known the crippling misery in how much hope and trust she had laid upon the alter of the crown, only for its member to stomp and neglect her faith ?

she was wrong about everything once as well: she was no bride for the targaryens, she was a political tool. she wonders, quietly, what is it about the house of the dragon now that have shattered another young girl's belief ? and will this what will always happen ?

even years since daemon targaryen has visited her, will rhea's lifetime be only filled with the scars from where his family knifed ? can she not escape it ? will this, too, be something she must endure, and live with ? will this, too, be something she must witness another person endure and live with ? —rhea pulls her gaze down. she is calm when she finally does speak,

❛ not everything. ❜ it does not always hurt, the family. yes, the thought of them are full of wound and blood and fire—but not everything. ❛ there was kindness too, even if it was sparse. you must believe in that, little one. ❜

@wcrriorhearts — budding romance.

[sesikudadaryti]

NAME: Viserra Targaryen FAMILY: ❦︎ Rhaenyra Targaryen ( mother ) ❦︎ ❦︎ Harwin Strong ( father ) ❦︎ ❦︎ Laenor Valaryon ( legal father ) ❦︎ ❦︎ Jacaerys Valaryon ( brother ) ❦︎ ❦︎ Lecaerys Valaryon ( brother ) ❦︎ ❦︎ Joffery Valaryon ( brother ) ❦︎ ❦︎ Elaena Strong ( sister, verse depending ) ❦︎ TITLE: Heir to The Iron Throne FANDOM: House of The Dragon PERSONALITY: Viserra is often described as 'Little Love' by people close to her. She's the image of a sweetling. Thought mostly she's quiet and of few words, she is known to be a bit of a spitfire when under the right circumstances, much like other Targaryens. She is a free spirit, much like her mother enjoying being in the sky upon her dragon Skyfyre.

Named for her Grandsire, she takes after him in many ways. She cares deeply for her family, going to great lengths to see them smile. She's loyal to them, in times blindly standing to their defense, especially with her siblings. While she is often soft spoken and more likely to think things through, she's yet to completely master her nerves. Leg shaking and fidgeting are common when she is nervous.

BIO: Born the same day Syrax laid a clutch of eggs, she was a sure sign that the dragon was strong with her. Born the legal first born to Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Valaryon, she is the only bastard to Rhaenyra Targaryen and Harwin who took after her mother in physical appearance. Only a year older than her brother Jacaerys, her and her brother were born one after another.

She was a strong baby, but was an easy birth, being a gentle thing from day one. She came quickly, with a strong cry to ensure a healthy babe. A blessing to her parents, she was the perfect image of an 'easy baby'. She cried the perfect amount, until she was of only about five years. Her time in King's Landing, surrounded by the stress put on her family, had instilled a nervous nature in the young girl. She started shaking her legs when she sat and was nervous, fidgeting with her hands when able. She started carrying little trinkets, or globes holding herbs and incense on a chain around her waist so she had something for her hands to hold. The only time she wasn't this way was when she was on the back of her dragon. Whenever she is with her dragon she has a sense of confidence about her.

Being her mother's heir, she's always been hyper crtitical of herself, being another proclaimed female heir, the pressure is always on her to be proper, composed, though when she's comfortable with someone, and not in the eyes of others, she's happy and bubbly.

Upon the death of her Gradsire and the beginning of the Dance of the Dragons, she flies with her brother Jace to Winterfell to speak with the Starks to gain their banners for their mother.

( some information in her bio is influenced by rp with @wcrriorhearts )