fire to fire ─── fire & blood / hotd.

a girl in the shape of a monster / monster in shape of a girl.

— rhaella arryn,

As high as honor, the Arryn's were. Their fortress rose above all along the years, a testament of an inheritance long passed. From father to son upon generations. Yet, such things were fickle, bound to change. Such was the way of the world after all. So it did when, upon his death, lord Rodrick Arryn had named his youngest daughter from his late lady wife, Princess Daella, his heir. Rhaella, he named the babe, after her ancestor, the pious septa who resided in Old Town, in hopes that she might resemble her namesake.

Yet, such a thing could not be further from the truth, for the girl, as she grew up, resembles more of a dragon than a bird. Ill tempered, changeable and selfish were few 'qualities' that histories would remember about Rhaella Arryn. And blame was quick to be put on her. It always seemed so when it came to women. Some would forget everything had been ripped from her before she even had a chance to properly grasp the sweetness of them all.

Her mother, grasped in the claws of the Stranger before her last daughter would hold a chance to meet her. Her sister, stolen by the ever so evil Prince Viserys from the safe haven that was the Eyrie to be perched upon the birthing bed. And lastly, her father,  who, in his grief, only showed appreciation to her on his deathbed—one that was more of a burden on a child of two-and-ten.

So her skin turned—from feathers to scales, thick, impossible to perch upon, to keep all those who desired to rip a slice of her away. Steeling her heart away, locking it under key for her keeping it alone. Cruel, she was. Woman, she was. With woman's parts and woman's rage to accompany it all.

And they hated her for it. Written on battered pages, her name coursed with ink of hate, for, by all means, history in its capricious ways of righteousness, cursed winners for the blood they had spilled. In their easily passed judgment, they did not consider that the blood spilled was naught but a necessity, a cruel means to an end. For a greater good. No. Archmaesters told a different tale, one of a tyrant lady, whose ambitions reached too high and who, in the madness of her mind, sacrificed it all for the sake of unending power she did not even taste herself.

Rhaella Arryn, The Tyrant Wife.

— copyright: In no way shape or form do I own House of the Dragon or / and Fire & Blood. They belong to HBO & Warner Bro's and George R. R. Martin. However, I take full ownership of Rhaella Arryn, an original character and her own storyline as well as other original characters that may appear in the story.

— disclaimer: there will be changes, but I will try to follow closely with both the show and f&b, both having interesting parts that can be included and twisted. also, rhaella is not a good person, not is she a feminist icon so bear this in mind (as well as her not being a nyra supporter, at least in act ii)

— trigger warnings: blood, gore, childbirth, mentions of childbirth, mentions of sexual assault, underage marriage/intercourse, violence and other asoiaf/fire & blood themes.

— ana speaking: fire to fire went through a completely different revamp & character changes and this is the final rewrite. You thoughts are appreciated and even a keyboard smash. <3