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Elaena Targaryen

" If you need me I shall be out riding in the far fields."

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a character in “A Time of Thrones”, as played by crybloodredtears

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Elaena Targaryen

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The Basics

Name: Elaena Targaryen
Age: 19
Affiliation: House Targaryen (Princess of Westeros)
Gender: Female

Personality
A clever young woman, it's obvious Elaena inherited her quick-wit from her father. Although she is a gentle person, Elaena is not above showing her cold side to those who have harmed, or planned to, her loved ones. This Princess of Westeros has a fiery temper, which not many have seen, and a passion for fun and games. She is one whom is most likely to be seen out riding her horse, laughing as she taunts for others to catch up to her; as childish as it sounds. Sadness is one emotion she tends to keep to herself, not wanting to burden anyone else with her internal struggles and pain. In other words, Elaena has a generally warm and caring heart, albeit a little prone to angry outbursts from time to time, as well as being an extremely loyal daughter and sister to her family. To Elaena, family means the world to her.

And, although she is quite obedient, this girl has a will of her own. She wishes to travel and enjoy life to the fullest, preferably with someone strong at her side for protection against the dangers of the world as Elaena is quite aware of her lack of physical strength. She also has quite the stubborn streak in her and hates to back down from most situations, although respects the decisions that are made to cause her to do so. One more thing; Elaena isn't one to complain all too much. Quite a relief, to her anyway as she dislikes girls who whine and cry over the slightest rip in their dress or the smudge of food in the corner of the mouth. She sucks it up and wipes it off and such. Dresses can be mended, after all.

History

Elaena is the third child and second born daughter of Aegon and Rhaenys Targaryen, the King and Queen of Westeros. She is, quite literally, the middle child of five; Jaehaerys and Aerys (the two eldest who are twins; ), Elaena herself, Rhaegar (her younger brother), and Vysenia (her youngest sister).

The middle Princess of Westeros grew up quite happily; riding her beautiful chestnut horse, spending time with her siblings, as well as reading and learning. She quickly fell in love with watching the stars from her bed chamber window, leaning out to stare up at the constellations before she would go to sleep for the night. She also found great interest in sitting and watching her brother, Rhaegar, and Willem Lannister spar in the yard as young children. She had often found herself clapping and cheering for both males.

She was always extremely close to her elder sister, Jaehaerys, especially as the pair grew older. The older of the girls ended up finding herself accepting her role as a Princess and had to give up her tomboyish nature which Elaena tried to help her to deal with the change. She truly adores spending time with her. As for Aerys, Elaena isn't so close to him but she truly admires her elder brother for the 'journey' he is taking to become a decently respectable young man and the heir to the Iron Throne. Elaena holds Rhaegar in the highest regard and cares deeply for her brother. She would be there for him in a heartbeat, if only he'd ask, just like the rest of her family. And finally, Vysenia is the one she is most distant to, most likely due to their differing ages.


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So begins...

Elaena Targaryen's Story

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Character Portrait: Alyria Stark Character Portrait: Aubrey Stark Character Portrait: Vysenia Targaryen Character Portrait: Rhaenys Targaryen Character Portrait: Brandon Stark Character Portrait: Brennidon Stark Character Portrait: Aegon V Targaryen Character Portrait: Rhaegar Targaryen Character Portrait: Edrick Stark Character Portrait: Elaena Targaryen Character Portrait: Aeron Stark
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Aubrey Stark

The young teenage woman sat comfortably atop her horse, a lovely bay with long black mane and tail. She adjusted her riding clothes, a long grey skirt with a matching jacket. Both were warm and well-suited for life in the north at Winterfell, her home.

Aubrey's expression remained calm as she glanced around, hardly betraying the welling excitement she felt within. She noticed her father, Edrick, and younger brother, Brennidon, were riding side by side and decided to catch up for a moment. With a flick of the reins and a gentle nudge Aubrey raced ahead to join the men, her horse snorting as it picked up the pace. She slowed to a trot beside her family members, looking to them both with a smile.

" I assume it will be fine if I rode ahead, just for a little while." She stated lightly, laughter evident in her tone as she glanced toward Alyria and Brandon, her elder siblings. " I'll be near them," Aubrey added as she gave another flick of her reins and leaned forward, urging the mare forward wordlessly, as the graceful creature neighed excitedly and galloped ahead. " Good girl," she murmured, rather pleased with the horse.

She came upon her sister and brother, flashing them both an excited smile as she slowed to match their pace.

" So," Aubrey began, an eyebrow raised as her brown eyes twinkled mischievously. " Either of you up for a race?"




Elaena Targaryen

Elaena felt free.

Her beautiful chestnut horse galloping beneath her, his body moving with strength and speed, and the wide open sky above her. Elaena's long platinum blonde curls were pinned up, only a few loose over her shoulders, and she was wearing a black hat over top with a blue ribbon trailing behind her. A solid black jacket, long blue skirt and high black boots that were mainly hidden made up her riding attire.

This was the Princess of Westeros' favourite part of life, even with that stupid Guard following her. Her father, King Aegon Targaryen of Westeros, had insisted the Guard go with her for safety though this was pretty normal for the girl. She, along with the rest of her family, was well aware of her lack of strength and need for protection.

She turned around to look back as the powerful animal ran along the green meadow to look at the older man and his steed. " Can you not keep up, Sir Ferdain?" The Princess laughed, feeling quite comfortable in the saddle as she nudged the large animal to go faster. " I shall meet you back at the castle," the blonde called loudly over her shoulder with another contented laugh as she raced back to the dirt road that lead back into King's Landing. She followed it for a few minutes before slowing her horse as its hooves made contact with the cobblestone pathway that lead directly to the castle, her home.

Elaena found herself at the stable within a quarter of an hour and slipped from the back of her mount, the animal breathing heavily from the exercise. She moved toward his head and smiled as she kissed the top of his nose, still holding the reins lightly in her hand as she patted his side. " I should take you out more often, Aenys," the blonde murmured sweetly as she passed the reigns to a stable-hand. " Thank you," the Princess said gratefully as she gave her horse one last look, " Be good."

With these parting words to her beloved stallion, she was gone and walked into a side door only to be rushed off to her bed chambers. It appeared she was in need of a bath... Who knew? Though she had plenty of time before the Houses would arrive.

As it turned out, she was very nearly wrong when a servant called out to make it known the first of the Houses had been sighted entering the gates and Elaena was just finishing having her long hair brushed and pulled back from her face with a jewelled clip. A matching necklace and earrings, gold with sapphires, seemed to go well together with her ivory dress with the lovely embroidery and long train. One extra accesory, a golden ring with the Targaryen family crest etched into it, was the final piece to her outfit as she slowly and gracefully made her way down the steps.




Vysenia Targaryen

" Rhaegar?" The young Targaryen called as she rushed from room to room, down halls and countless stairs. Was her brother out for the morning? Where on Earth could the male be?

Vysenia, with her long dark golden hair and kind blue eyes, sighed as she stopped in the corridor to stand at a window and look out at the courtyard. Lovely blue, violet and red flowers bloomed near the stone walls in the flowerbeds. They appeared to be looking up toward the sky, reaching toward the warmth of the sun's rays. This made the youngest royal calm down from worrying over her elder brother. After all, a seventeen year old man should be able to look after himself.. Right?

With this thought in mind, a slow smile spread over her youthful features as she made her way down the stairs and out to the very courtyard she had been staring out at. Her pale blue dress fanned out behind her, a golden necklace with a pendant in the shape of a seven-pronged star within a circle and a circle within it. The symbol of the Faith of the Seven.

The young girl knelt to gently touch one of the violet flowers' petals, her touch as light as a feather, as she gripped her pendant with her free hand. " The soil is as fertile as the Mother," Vysenia said quietly, her gaze on the flowers. " to allow such lovely flowers to grow here." Her tone was happy as she said this, closing her eyes to imagine the face of the Mother planting each seed with care and tenderness. How like her to picture her own mother's face, unblemished with beautiful eyes and long golden hair, as the Deities'.

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Character Portrait: Kale Baratheon Character Portrait: Harlon Greyjoy Character Portrait: Steffon Baratheon Character Portrait: Willem Lannister Character Portrait: Donnel Greyjoy Character Portrait: Elaena Targaryen Character Portrait: Callum Baratheon I
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Callum Baratheon

King's Landing wasn't all that far from Storm's End, so the Baratheons had been able to make a number of trips to visit the ruling family, but every time, the sight of the city and the Red Keep from afar took Callum's breath. Storm's End had its own kind of beauty, but it was more a beauty in the strength of the stone, the heroic history of the place, rather than the physical beauty that King's Landing possessed. Callum often wished he lived in a place like this instead. It was less windy here.

He rode a good ways behind his brother and father, further back in the Baratheon train, and watched as Steffon and Kale had their conversation. His father and brother worked so well together, he thought. Steffon would make such a wonderful leader, nay, he already was! Surely with him at the helm, House Baratheon would become the most powerful, respected family in the land. Except for the Targaryens, of course. They were the King and Queen, and were to be payed the greatest respects, as Callum had been taught. But that didn't mean he couldn't become friends with them.

In fact, he'd had little choice, being betrothed to the youngest of them, Vysenia. He got the stupid butterflies in his stomach thinking about her, and it annoyed him. He hoped he'd get over that soon. Steffon had explained that it would go away in time, after spending more time with her. And that was certainly what they'd be doing here in King's Landing, for the King's nameday celebration.

He trotted his horse up beside Steffon's. His was no warhorse like his elder brother's, so he seemed quite tiny beside him, especially considering the size difference. Still, it felt good to be beside his brother, even if Callum remained in his shadow. He didn't mind. Steffon and his father seemed to have finished their discussion, so Callum leaned up next to his brother, speaking quietly to him.

"Is there anyone in particular you want me to spend time with, brother?"

It was a two-sided question. Of course there was the need for him to exchange pleasantries with certain nobles, simply out of respect, and Callum wasn't sure what his family's plan was as far as who they were going to be spending a good deal of time with today. But Callum had also been acting as a sort of spy for his brother, engaging in conversation with nobles, or perhaps just overhearing things they said, and relaying them back to Steffon. He enjoyed the task greatly, as he did with any chance to serve his brother. He suspected his father knew about the spying, but couldn't be sure. He hadn't stopped Steffon from giving him tasks, that was for sure.




Willem Lannister

Willem's horse pounded the road along the way to the Red Keep, the thrill of the speed quickening his heart beat. The sights and sounds of the city rushed by him in a blur, and Willem ignored the occasional startled yell of a commoner in the road. The Keep loomed up ahead, the seat of the Targaryens, and hopefully the place Willem would find Rhaegar. It crossed his mind that he could possibly run into the King, and that it could be awkward, but Willem didn't really care. Aegon had always viewed Willem favorably, he thought, and it would probably turn out well regardless of what manner Willem approached him in.

It was a straight shot up Aegon's High Hill to the Red Keep, and soon Willem found himself trotting through the gate and into the courtyard. A stable boy offered to take his horse as Willem smoothly dismounted, and he offered him his thanks, informing him that he didn't plan to be long. He hoped to leave with Rhaegar with him, see if they couldn't find some fun in the city. Willem then made his way inside.

He initially had been taking a moment to take in the splendor of the main hall, but his attention was soon drawn away by the woman descending the steps. He recognized Elaena almost immediately, looking absolutely ravishing in a lovely ivory dress. Elaena had never been as warm towards Willem as he would have liked, but that had never lessened his opinion of her beauty.

"Elaena!" he called cheerily, making his way over to her. "I apologize if I'm early, I couldn't resist."

He came before at the base of the steps. Willem himself, while slightly dusted from the day's ride, still managed to look quite dashing, garbed in the crimson and gold of House Lannister, and armed with his charming smile as always. He gave Elaena a quick bow of his head before gently taking hold of her hand and planting a quick kiss upon it, then releasing it.

"Your beauty grows by the day, my lady. However, I was hoping to find Rhaegar. Would you happen to know where I might find him?"




Donnel Greyjoy

Donnel cracked a grin as his younger brother approached. He had approved of his father's decision to send him along. Seeing Donnel at the helm of his warship would be good for Harlon, give him a taste of what his own command would be like when he grew into it. And Donnel was glad for his company. He enjoyed his brother's attitude, and he served as a welcome relief whenever Donnel was feeling...poorly, about whatever may have been troubling him.

"Looking to gather up a few salt wives while we're here, little brother?" Donnel asked jokingly. "I'm sure there's plenty in Flea Bottom that are your type."

It was a common occurrence, the two brothers teasing each other like this. Donnel shouted down to one of his men. "Larren, bring us in next to Kingslander."

His second in command took over giving orders to the oarsmen and guiding the Lady Amalya into the docks. Donnel took the opportunity to speak with his brother.

"If all goes well, brother, we'll have two ladies on board when we leave, a wife for each of us. I know Father doesn't mean to waste this trip to King's Landing, and securing marriages for the both of us is likely at the top of his list of things to accomplish. But I'm sure you'll do fine. The ladies love you, of course."

He knew his brother would do well here. He was a good follower of the Greyjoy Iron Way, and would make both Donnel and his father proud.

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Character Portrait: Aubrey Stark Character Portrait: Vysenia Targaryen Character Portrait: Rhaenys Targaryen Character Portrait: Brennidon Stark Character Portrait: Aerys Targaryen Character Portrait: Aegon V Targaryen Character Portrait: Rhaegar Targaryen Character Portrait: Willem Lannister Character Portrait: Elaena Targaryen Character Portrait: Aerys Targaryen I
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Aubrey Stark

Aubrey barely heard her brother as she had rushed ahead but she certainly knew what it meant for him to gallop past on his stallion, calling back to her. The brunette shook out her long curls, cheerful laughter escaping her lips as she grinned. She flicked the reins and, a determined look in her eyes, the bay picked up speed. Her hair fanned out behind her in the wind, not that she really cared. After all, Aubrey was well known for being able to do many things as though she had no cares in the world.

" You watch it Bren," She called after her younger brother, her brown eyes sharp and amused as her horse's powerful muscles moved beneath her saddle. " Or I shall beat you again!"

Her laughter followed them as they raced toward King's Landing, both siblings in apparent good spirits.




Elaena Targaryen

" Willem Lannister," the middle princess said softly, smiling slightly even as she fought her feelings of uneasiness. She had thought well of the man when he had been but a boy but, now, those kind thoughts had changed into distrust over his motives. After all, the Lannister was quite the womaniser and she wasn't as fond of him now as she had when they'd been children. Her younger brother, Rhaegar, and Willem had been close enough as children and had sparred in the yard while Elaena had watched, clapping and cheering for both young boys. But Willem Lannister was now a man and men often had their priorities in an odd order, according to Elaena.

She kept her tone distant but maintained the polite demeanour she knew was necessary, not exactly pleased that this was the first person she was to meet this day.

" But it's best to be early than late, is it not?" Elaena remarked, raising an eyebrow at the blond male as she drew herself to a stop to stand on the floor beside the man. Willem truly did frustrate her with his confidence in his appearance and charming words. But, at the same time, he interested her and drove her insane. An odd combination, if she ever did say. " Of course, my father's name day is a celebration to look forward to," she added as she raised her head to meet his eyes directly.

She gave a slight nod of her own, deciding not to risk even an improper curtsey due to her placement by the steps, with her hands clasped in front of her long skirts. Though this position was disturbed momentarily as Willem took her hand and pressed his lips to it before allowing it to drop, the princess pulling it back to where she had had it previously. The feel of his warm lips on her skin made her nervous and she found herself wishing Rhaegar was right beside her, this very instant.

" Thank you, my lord," Elaena replied politely, slipping back into the formalities she should have used when she'd first seen him. To her, he would always appear the handsome young man he had always been but would always hold the devilish charm of a man who had needs. The fair-haired royal's blue eyed gaze shifted around the room, curious herself as to where her brother would be.

She shook her head, her long hair rustling over the back of her gown as she moved. " I have not seen him," Elaena said, her annoyance seeping into her tone. " I've only just returned from riding my horse and so haven't seen most of my family for a better part of the day." She turned her body, her head up as she looked up the stairs before glancing back to Willem. " Have you checked his chambers yet? He may still be there."

The nineteen year old gave him a long look before turning and slowly walking off, " Good luck with finding my brother, good sir." She very nearly had to spit the word good out from her lips, believing he truly wasn't due to his habits.




Vysenia Targaryen

The young girl had been so caught up in the colours and types of flowers that she hadn't heard the footsteps coming up behind her until her mother's kind voice spoke. Vysenia jumped a little, startled as she turned to see Rhaenys kneeling on the grass beside her.

" Mother!" The girl cried cheerfully, shifting to hug the beautiful blonde woman who had, in fact, been the one to give birth to Vysenia. " Are the preparations complete for father's name day?" Vysenia was very obviously excited to see others close in age to herself as well as close, or as close as they can get, to her status as Princess of Westeros. " There will be dancing, right?" The girl hoped to dance with her father and brothers, even Aerys with his scary personality. Maybe Rhaegar would even spare a dance with his younger sister, although he never did seem to have an interest in the girl.

Finally, she remembered the question her mother had asked and, with a light blush settling over her pale cheeks, she answered clearly and almost wistfully.

" I was admiring the flowers," the blonde princess murmured as she turned to the plants in question, " I was thinking of how the Mother of the Seven must have been so careful in creating them, so proud of them." A thought popped into Vysenia's mind as she looked over at her mother, her dark blue eyes shining contentedly as her lips turned up in a small smile. " Much like you are of us," she added softly.

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Character Portrait: Aubrey Stark Character Portrait: Brennidon Stark Character Portrait: Rhaegar Targaryen Character Portrait: Alys Greyjoy Character Portrait: Edrick Stark Character Portrait: Willem Lannister Character Portrait: Donnel Greyjoy Character Portrait: Elaena Targaryen Character Portrait: Aeron Stark
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Rhaegar Targaryen

The notched arrow released, soaring through the air and landing a few inches left of the center of the target. Cursing, Rhaegar strung an arrow again, this time focusing harder, and he managed to land it closer to the center. A grin spread across his face, and he strung a third arrow, having it hit just shy of the center. He lowered the bow, and moved to the next target, loosing three more arrows. He wasn't so accurate, and tossed the bow aside in frustration. He was talented with the bow, everyone told him so. Yet his consistency still wasn't where he wanted it to be. His father would probably curse him if he knew he was out in the yard shooting arrows. He was already dressed in his best, black silk breeches matched with a black doublet, complete with dragon's head studs.

He knew the Houses were probably arriving at this very moment, so reluctantly he headed back inside the keep. He just hoped he didn't run into Aerys until the actual festivities had begun. He was going to see him enough in the coming few days as it was. He wandered through the keep, looking for any of his sisters or parents, but the castle seemed unnaturally quiet. A few serving girls passed him, all smiles and batting eyelashes, but he did not feel like giving them the time of day. So he just kept walking.

Eventually, he heard voices, one which was surely his sister Elaena, and the other surprisingly familiar as well. "It can not be..." he said to himself as he quickened his pace. He hadn't expected any of the families to actually make it to the Red Keep yet. As he turned a corner, he saw the back of none other than Willem Lannister.

His sister seemed to have disappeared, but there was his best friend in all of Westeros. "Willem!" he exclaimed, and he couldn't help but let a large smile spread across his face. It had truly been to long since he had seen his friend. He approached him, bringing him into an embrace. Willem was more of a brother to Rhaegar than Aerys would ever be. Willem being here would make it easier to take his mind of his true brother, whom he disliked greatly.

"It is good to see you, my friend!" he said as he pulled away from the golden-haired man.




Alys Greyjoy

Half of Alys' family had arrived in King's Landing, and she hoped the rest would be arriving soon. They hadn't arrived too long ago, after the exhausting journey from Pyke. They had sailed down to Lannisport, and from there taken the Goldroad all across Westeros to eventually enter the city through the Gate of the Gods. It had been a long trip, but one filled with joy for her. She had never been off of her Iron Islands, and to see such drastically different landscape excited her. Everything was so lush and green, so beautiful. She didn't think she'd ever want to return to Pyke.

For the trip on land, she had worn simple attire, brown woolen breaches and a white tunic, dressing as her brothers and father. If not for her gorgeous mane of red hair, people might have mistaken her for a boy. Once inside the city, she had decided to explore, knowing that the locals would have no knowledge of who she was. She felt safe as she wandered, watching people from all walks of life in the squares.

She slowly made her way towards Aegon's High Hill and the Red Keep, not feeling any need to rush. After thinking about it, she decided to head for the docks first, hoping to see her brother's ship Lady Amalya. She had missed Donnel greatly on their trip, not getting to share her first trip off the Iron Islands with her favorite brother. Even more, she would have wished to be on the ship with Donnel instead of Harlon, but it wasn't so. Harlon had gone to observe a true captain, and Alys was already extremely skilled at commanding ships herself.

Alys wondered to herself if she would spy any other families while she was out. She would now if they were coming, she was sure. A large convoy of knights would follow any of the houses where they went, and so far no such procession had come her way.




Aeron Stark

Aeron watched as all of his siblings eventually got ahead of their procession, and Aubrey and Brennidon took off racing towards the large town. He had been lagging behind the rest of his family, too distracted by watching the scenery to care what his family was up to. He was much too curious, and darted back and forth between the procession, making sure he saw everything there was to see. Eventually, he decided to catch up with his father, and nudged his small grey horse to go slightly faster.

As he rode up beside him, looking even smaller than normal, he turned and said, "They're acting like me, father." He gave a big grin, watching his siblings actually have as much fun as he normally did all the time.

He nudged his horse forward again, and started circling his father's horse with his own, laughing while he did so. This was how Aeron normally was, acting like a fool and laughing all the while. His family normally found him quite charming, though how the other houses would react was yet to be seen.

"So, father, what will we do once we reach the castle?" he asked, still circling his father's horse. "Can we do something fun?" He waited for his father's response, only imagining what he was going to say.

His bright blue eyes watched as the gates got closer and closer, looming high above his tiny frame.

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Character Portrait: Aubrey Stark Character Portrait: Rhaenys Targaryen Character Portrait: Brennidon Stark Character Portrait: Rhaegar Targaryen Character Portrait: Willem Lannister Character Portrait: Elaena Targaryen Character Portrait: Aeron Stark
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" I have no need to wish," the lovely young woman called as she found herself catching up, more quickly as the seconds passed. Her tone was matter of fact as she watched her brother's smirk grow. She would wipe it off his face soon enough, Aubrey thought as the bay managed to reach the warhorse's flanks. She turned her dark head, brown eyes glancing over at her younger brother, even as the gates loomed up ahead. She knew she wouldn't win this one but, of course, there would be others. After all, Aubrey and Brennidon were practically famous for their competitive and close bond.

The pair entered the gates, nearly side-by-side but Brennidon certainly was the winner. Just as she had predicted. He literally won by the nose of his horse as it had stretched it's neck in the effort it was spending to maintain the speed. Immediately after entering the city, Aubrey pulled gently on the reins to signal to her horse to slow down. She came to a stop not far from her brother, the bay's sides covered in sweat from the workout, and leaned over to pat the mare's neck. " We almost did it girl," she said lightly, her gaze coming up at the sound of her brother's voice to look at him.

" It was a rather good race, though a pity someone younger than I won." Aubrey shook her head slowly, her curls sliding over her shoulders as she laughed. " Congratulations but I do not, however, concede defeat. I shall win the next one, Bren." The Stark smirked, confident in her own words, as she nodded in agreement. " But yes, a break would be quite welcome." If she could get down from the saddle, anyway. She felt like her legs may be numb by this point as the ride had been long and tiring and their race had certainly jolted her around a bit.

" Would you mind giving your sister a hand down?" Aubrey asked politely, trying to regain her sense of propriety. She was expected to behave a certain way within the walls of the gates, after all. Being a woman.




Elaena Targaryen


Elaena heard her brother's voice as she left the room, a small smile appearing on her lips as she didn't even bother to turn. Thank you Rheagar, she thought as she released a small breath she hadn't been aware she'd held after speaking to Willem.

How that man managed to get under her skin so easily was beyond her but, as usual, she always maintained her usual air of courteousness. He was so, so, so.. She couldn't even think of a word that would properly fit him. She hoped to the Seven that her father, King Aegon, would never consider Lord Willem Lannister of Casterly Rock as a suitable husband for Elaena. The princess hated to think poorly of her father but that would be the worst mistake of his lifetime, if he chose this.. if not, well, she'd be rather pleased.

With these thoughts in mind, Elaena made her way to one of the many front rooms and sat on a bench by the window. She turned her head to look out of the room to watch as their guests arrived. They would all be here shortly, especially if the rest of the Lannisters weren't too far behind Willem.




Vysenia Targaryen

The smile that lit up Vysenia's expression was one of the light from the sun shining upon the land in the morning, forcing the darkness and shadows to flee. Her eyes were bright and happy, almost child-like in her excitement. " I can't wait," she said softly, " and of course I will dance with you, mother. As every year, it has turned into tradition." The youngest princess replied, hugging her mother tightly for a moment before releasing the woman as Rhaenys tucked a stray strand of her golden hair behind Vysenia's ear.

Her tinkling laughter rang out clearly in the courtyard as her mother scooped her up, her delight blatantly easy to read on her features. " Does it never? Truly?" She asked, ever the curious child she had been mere years ago.

Vysenia found her eyes drawn to a new voice, Ser Alyn, a knight her mother spoke to of the Great Houses arriving. Rhaenys stood now, pulling her daughter up as she did so, and the princess brushed any bits of grass from her long skirts before moving to her own which she had graduated from ankle length a few years back. She was now the proud owner of all dresses made to touch the floor, though she did trip on the hems occasionally.

She nodded, her smile growing as her eyes showed her barely contained excitement. The celebration was that much closer now.

" Callum and Aeron will be here," Vysenia exclaimed, nearly jumping with joy. Callum was her betrothed, yes, but she was quite fond of him as her best friend. Or close friend at least. Aeron, on the other hand, was only her friend so far. She hadn't met him many times before but he was a rather nice boy and he would allow Vysenia to join in with their games, regardless of their differences in gender. She rather enjoyed the sweet young Stark for his company and honesty.

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Character Portrait: Aubrey Stark Character Portrait: Jaehaerys Targaryen Character Portrait: Brennidon Stark Character Portrait: Aerys Targaryen Character Portrait: Elaena Targaryen
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Aubrey Stark

Aubrey smiled sweetly at her brother as Brennidon responded graciously, helping her from her place on her tall bay mount so her feet were on the cobblestone road. " Thank you, dear brother." she said thankfully before carefully taking her hand back from her brother. She used this soft feminine hand to gently pet the beautiful horse as he spoke to the stable hands who had come up to the siblings.

After her horse was taken away Aubrey turned her head to look at her younger brother, who took her arm in his, and nodded.

" I believe now is as good a time as any, Bren." She murmured, the small smile on her lips growing slightly as she revealed her perfectly straight teeth to her sibling. " Shall we go then?" Aubrey asked as she took a few steps forward, lightly tugging Brennidon as she fought to hold her laughter.

She wanted to see everyone. She wanted to meet anyone. But, most of all, she wanted to thoroughly enjoy herself this Name Day.




Elaena Targaryen

Elaena noticed as her elder brother Aerys walked by outside and stood swiftly, realizing it was about time the princesses and princes met with their family in the throne room to greet their guests. With her long hair gently blowing behind her, the nineteen year old made her way to the main throne room where several of her family members waited patiently.

She took her place near Jaehaerys, her elder sister, who stood by their mother's throne. Elaena gave her sister a lovely smile, her eyes reflecting this also and showing it was not forced. " Are you looking forward to seeing the Great Houses?" She asked her sister softly, sticking to her Jaehaerys' side as she joined her two siblings in waiting for the rest of their family.




(I will post Vysenia's after the Rhaenys responds... I just wanted to get these two up for now before I forget.)

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Character Portrait: Joanna Lannister Character Portrait: Vysenia Targaryen Character Portrait: Rhaenys Targaryen Character Portrait: Tybolt Lannister Character Portrait: Jaehaerys Targaryen Character Portrait: Elaena Targaryen
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Joanna Lannister

Joanna couldn’t help but feel an immense sense of pride as her father praised her work, it seemed imbedded in her to constantly seek out his praise and affection and couldn’t quite figure out why, she supposed it something to do with having four siblings, each of them competed for their fathers attention in different way and hers was by making him proud. “Oh father have no fear, I am never going to forget my name, I do wish I could keep it even after I marry” she sighed lightly, her sadness toning her voice at the thought that she may not be leaving with her family after the celebration, that was if her father’s plans went accordingly. Although she did feel her spirits lift as she was presented with the necklace, it was simply divine; running her hands over the lion carvings a smile graced her beautiful face “thank you” she gushed lightly, unable to come out with the right words to describe the necklace.

Clasping it around her neck she beamed with pride as she did with anything with Lion’s on, the sign of her house and it was an honour to wear “I really love it” she smiled placing a loving kiss on Tybolt’s cheek before embracing him tightly, something that as she grew had happened less and less but in that moment she taken back to when she was a child. Pulling away slowly she laughed lightly “Shall we go in father? It would bode well not to keep the King waiting.”


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Queen Rhaenys Targaryen

Rhaenys smiled at Vysenia as they walked back into the Keep from the gardens, it was obvious that her daughter was excited to see the Stark and Baratheon boy but the Queen couldn’t help but hope she would become better with some of the daughters of the great houses, she was pretty sure the Lannister’s had a daughter the same age as Vysenia, it would be good for her to have a female friend, every young girl needed one. As they walked into the grand hall Rhaenys was immediately greeted with a procession of respectful bows and curtseys from the lords and ladies of the court, she would down the hall noticing her two other daughter were already sat in their seats waiting for the greetings to begin. Rhaenys smiled, her daughters were all so reliable…the male members of her family however were another story; neither of them was present yet,

Sighing slightly as she approached Jaehaerys and Elaena, she smiled greeting both her daughters with loving embraces “you both look beautiful” she stated tucking a strand of Elaena’s hair behind her ear, like she use to do as a child “Jaehaerys my love have you seen your father or brothers for that matter?” she asked taking a seat on her throne next to the grand Iron throne upon which her husband sat.

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Character Portrait: Aubrey Stark Character Portrait: Vysenia Targaryen Character Portrait: Brennidon Stark Character Portrait: Harlon Greyjoy Character Portrait: Edrick Stark Character Portrait: Donnel Greyjoy Character Portrait: Elaena Targaryen
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Aubrey Stark

The brunette couldn't hide the shock that appeared across her expression as her brother outright admitted about his impending marriage to a Greyjoy. Not that she had any actual issues with that particular House but she just didn't trust them.. But, on the positive side, they had two amazingly handsome young sons. Aubrey found herself sinking into her own thoughts for a moment.

Donnel, the eldest brother, had been married once before but his wife had died of illness, or so she'd heard, and left him heartbroken. Apparently he was searching for another wife to appease his father's wishes. And then there was Harlon, the youngest male Greyjoy, who was just as handsome in his own right and, so she heard, quite a nice young man as well. Aubrey knew for a fact that if her father ever asked her opinion on whom she wished to marry, she'd probably bring up either name. Which, sadly, brought her back to Brennidon...

" You are going to get married too?!" She exclaimed, her dark eyes showing the hurt and how unhappy this information made her. " Why you? Why not marry me, who is older than you, to a Greyjoy?" The Stark wrenched herself away, clearly upset but her voice was a bit softer as she continued. " Why can't I, I who has wanted such a thing for years, be the one to be married?"

Aubrey's eyes flashed as her brother rubbed his head in pain and moved to comfort him, her own misery forgotten as she moved her hands to gently grasp his arm. But Brennidon had already stepped forward and tugged her to follow as he spoke, to which she nodded.

" Of course," the lady responded, her tone proper and her expression calm, as they walked toward their sire.




Elaena Targaryen & Vysenia Targaryen

" You're almost late, dear brother." Elaena murmured , not turning her head as Rhaegar sat in his seat and become as still as stone after having spoken to both herself and Vysenia.

The younger girl turned to look at the male who sat beside her, her bright eyes wide with excitement. " Are you not looking forward to seeing everyone, Rhaegar?" Vysenia asked softly, reaching out her arm to lightly touch her brothers with her fingertips. It had appeared he wouldn't pay attention and so she had done this so not to be ignored. " As well as the dancing and the tournament that will occur?" Her lips turned up into the tiniest of smiles, obviously showing she was trying to contain her own cheer.