Rhaella Targaryen was born in Pentos in 117AC. She is the youngest daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Lady Laena Velaryon.
The strange one, they called her. And strange indeed she was.
Black OC x Aemond Targaryen(mainly)
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"I should have been there," Jacaerys grumbled.
Rhaella looked up to the starry skies in silence. She was still reeling from her brush with death. How the weight of her dagger felt lighter when she found the resolve to kill again.
It was quite perplexing.
The thought almost made her smile.Jace had found himself outside to where Rhaella had stashed herself away. She did not particularly mind his presence, so long as he kept quiet.
But here he was, ranting away.
"Are you listening?" Jace asked. Rhaella nodded. Jacaerys was angry, rightfully so. But more than anything he wished to act, to fly his dragon and turn their enemies to ash.
"It was a bold scheme, I admit," Rhaella says finally. Jace rolled his eyes in response.
"Such stupidity could only come from Aegon, I'm sure." He said.
"Criston Cole had a likely role." Rhaella comments. It was not so long ago that he had blocked her from leaving Alicent's company. There was so much hatred in his eyes.
"If my mother only allowed me to be of use." Jace ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
Rhaella scoffed. Was he truly this short-sighted?
"You lack experience, your dragon is young," Rhaella states bluntly. Jace turned fully to face her. His cousin was an enigma, for sure. He could not comprehend how she was content with watching and waiting.
"You could claim a dragon or even an egg," Jace said.
"I am trying, it is not so easy." Rhaella snapped. He couldn't understand, his dragon was born to him. Rhaella was shown no such favor.
Recognizing he had struck a nerve in her, Jace drew back instantly, eyes softening.
"I meant no harm by it," Jace reassured.
Rhaella shrugged his words off, it meaning little and less.
"I am not your betrothed, you need not consider my feelings," Rhaella scoffed.
