❝Born 110 AC during the spring, Rhaena was the first child and daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, granddaughter of King Viserys I. Known throughout King's Landing for her noirette hair and honeyed attitude, the princess was admired for her efforts to help the poor. There was a rumor that her main motivator for this was to secure her place in court- being rather resourceful despite her status. She is skilled in reading and writing and possessed the tact, politeness, and political acumen others lacked. Rhaena was capable of exuding courtly behavior and courtesies expected of her, adeptly turning social standards to work with her in her place of politic affairs- but the princess is most notable in history for being as beautiful as she is clever. ❞
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𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑
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126 AC.
RHAENYRA TARGARYEN has given birth to her third son, Joffrey. Birthing was hours long and distressing for the woman as her babe had yet to come. All of the midwives helped the princess during the birth, primarily focusing on providing a successful one. Rhaena could only fuss over her mother- providing encouraging words to the older woman as she frequently brought a wet rag to her forehead, consoling her until the arrival of her youngest brother.
This was not the first time she had accompanied her mother by the birthing bed, she has observed the birth of her two other brothers-being the only daughter of Rhaenrya had come with it as preparations of her future. Once Rhaena saw the small child in her mother's arms her heart swelled, great joy filling her as her family has grown. Her attention turned with the sound figure walking towards them, realizing it was her father as she grinned.
Moving away from her mother to only hug her father. Laenor had engulfed the young girl in a warm hug, always happy to see his daughter as they both laughed. Rhaenyra smiled at the two before groaning lightly, the pain residing in her abdomen still. A midwife interrupting the family's moment as she enters the chambers, "Princess, the Queen has requested the child to be brought to her-immediately."
Hearing this Rhaenyra face stiffens, her sore body gradually making its way up from the bed as she holds onto the babe. "I'll take him myself." Rhaena immedietely tries to reason with her mother, "you should remain in bed mother-" the older woman is quick to cut her daughter off as her way of reasoning with the young girl. "yes-I should."
Watching her father make his way to her mother as she hands the child to him to dress, Rhaena's lip stiffens slightly as she hears the cries from her brother as he lays in Laenor's arms. Both him and Rhaenyra softly shushing to comfort the child, only to be interrupted by the arduous groans spilling from Rhaenyra's lips as the afterbirth followed. Despite the many times Rhaena has witnessed childbirth, all difficult in their own ways- it would not become easier to know she would have to also bear ther burdens of being a human incubator for some man to further advance his own status. This was further proven as she watched her parents leave to visit the Queen as requested.
Dismissing herself from the chambers Rhaena made her way to the library, where she normally can be found ever since her mother would allow her to stay even if it was dark out. She was similar to her mother, despite how much she denied it. Their charismatic and ambition lured people to them, drawing them closer for their raw divinity.
The young princess favored being dressed in purple and maroon velvets that were decorated with golden myrish lace which showcased intricate patterns. The bodice of the dresses normally decorated with pearls and diamonds to further her acknowledgement, whether it was from the ladies in court or the lords visiting. Her hair was always done with braids that would accentuate her face, and normally depicted her mood-the more braids that decorated her head the more reason she had to be surrounded by lords and ladies.
Despite all the personality traits she might share with her mother, she was restrained-the fear of being distant kept her desire of wanting to exist freely away. Her thoughts racing as she skims through the choices she picked out, holding the books in one hand before deciding on a book that discussed the physiology of dragons.
The young princess' mind was a delicate thing, the continuity of its function solely depending on her hypersensitiveness. It was tricky finding balance, it had required reassurance from both of her parents and the concealment of her worries.
She did not know how long she was there, but she knew it had been long enough for a guard to join her, her attention pulled away from the book as she looked at the man. It was written all over his face the relief he had to have finally found the princess, as she closed her book as the guard was clearly distraught.
"The princess- Laena Velaryon is dead." her world has shattered.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑, very short chapter, I apologize for that but quite honestly I decided to write this chapter as I was publishing the prologue since I had something else prepared but felt like it didn't fit with the way I want to write the story. Also I would love to see you guys comment! Love to know your thoughts and reactions in upcoming chapters :')
