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Vysenia Targaryen

" Is there something you need? I could fetch it for you."

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

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Vysenia Targaryen

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The Basics

Name: Vysenia Targaryen
Age: 13
Affiliation: House Targaryen (Princess of Westeros)
Gender: Female

Personality

Polite and well-spoken, Vysenia is a charming young girl who tends to win people over with ease. She is rather friendly and gentle, affectionate to her family, as well as being one who is very peaceful. Speaking of peace, she loathes fighting and cruelty although there have been times when the young princess has had to act coldly to aid her family; something she dislikes to do. Vysenia is sensitive to others' feelings and will often try to listen to them to help them get through the burden they are bearing in their hearts. Vysenia is quite secretive about herself to anyone other than her family and distrustful of many, although this does not cause her to falter at helping anyone who needs aid. She believes in her family with all her heart and soul and is confident that they will continue on in Westeros as the ruling family.

History

Vysenia was born the last child of King Aegon and Queen Rhaenys which made her the youngest of five children to the ruling family of Westeros; the Targaryen's. She absolutely adored her elder brothers and sisters with their lovely features and graceful actions, always wishing she could be like them when she was older. As she grew older, Vysenia was taught many things and soon found she loved books and read them quite often, to the point her siblings would tease her and say she was eating the words inside like they were dinner.

The sensitive girl was always there to try to comfort her family when something seemed wrong; also happening to be the one to notice almost immediately that something was up. As a young child, she hated to be alone and could often be found to make her way down the shadowy halls and into her mother and father's bedchamber where she would crawl into bed and snuggle between the pair. They never seemed to mind but, when she found herself getting older, Vysenia stopped leaving her chambers and managed to sleep alone; although she hated to do so.

Princess Vysenia soon found her body growing more, developing in certain areas, and knew she was on her way to becoming a woman. This scared her a bit because she'd heard worrisome rumours about this 'journey' but, once she confronted her mother about it, her fears were forgotten as she looked forward to the future. A future that, she'd been told, would entail a marriage between herself and her betrothed Lord Callum Baratheon who was only a year young than she was. Vysenia wasn't worried about this but excited, looking forward to bearing children and keeping her husband happy.


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So begins...

Vysenia Targaryen's Story

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Characters Present

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: Vysenia Targaryen Character Portrait: Rhaenys Targaryen

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Queen Rhaenys Targaryen

Rhaenys smiled back at her ladies maid through her reflection in the mirror as she placed the crown atop of her head “Thank you, that will be all” the Queen uttered rising from the plush stool of her vanity. Smoothing out the creases of her dress, she walked over to her window which overlooked the splendid gardens and her eyes fell upon her youngest, her dear, dear Vysenia, she could hardly believe how grown up she looked, she was turning into a very beautiful young lady much like her two older daughters Jaehaerys and Elaena, yes for one Rhaenys was immensely proud of all her children, she would be the first to admit she had many faults but she could proudly say being a mother was not one of them.

Glancing at the clock on the wall of her chambers Rhaenys smiled, their guests would soon be arriving and then they could proceed with the celebrations. Her husband’s naming day had always been a favourite of hers, she loved big celebrations and Aegons naming day was the biggest in Westeros, bested only by his coronation. Leaving the sanctuary or her chambers Rhaenys walked down the long winding stone staircase and down the corridors as servants and nobles greeted her accordingly. As she wondered outdoors her smile grew as she approached Vysenia, playing with the flowers and her heart leaped, even though her little girl was quickly growing into a woman, for the mean time she was still her baby.

“What are you doing my love?” Rhaenys asked lightly kneeling down next to her daughter.

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

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Joanna Lannister

“If things didn’t go correctly…” Tybolt’s words resided within her for a long while as she thought on the possibilities that she would fail at the task, although Joanna wasn’t overly fond of the challenge her father had set before her, the prospect of possibly disappointing her beloved father was too great to think about. Beaming she turned her head towards her father “I will become Queen” she uttered firmly yet quietly so only her father could hear. As they reached the keep her heart rate quickened slightly as a mixture of excitement and uneasiness ripple through her yet pushed these away as her father mentioned her had gifts for her, although now a grown woman she still got that giddy feeling she did as a child whenever her father bestowed lavish gifts on her.

As they pulled their horses to a firm stop, Joanna patted her mare’s neck fondly as her father dismounted from his steed, listening to him carefully as he asked her opinion on what gifts he would bestow onto the royal family. Accepting his hand Joanna dismounted as her horse was quickly taken away towards the stable, it felt good to be on her feet again, placing a quick kiss on her father cheek in thanks, she slipped her arm through his as they walked towards the magnificent doorway “Well father, If I were mother I would tell you that paying for the tourney was quite sufficient” she smirked knowing her mother would not approve on spending a great deal amount of money on gifts “But I am not mother and I have already had a gift sorted for the King” she smiled “Ser Fion” she called with a click of her fingers.

The knight lined up, each holding out a large mahogany box “A gift for the King father, a sword forged from the strongest and lightest metal within all of Westeros, with a golden hilt made from our own mines” she smiled proudly running her hand over the dragon shaped hilt, it was simple yet exquisite at the same time "so, what do you think?” Joanna asked turning to face her father with a smile.


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Queen Rhaenys Targaryen

Rhaenys couldn’t help but beam at her youngest words, Vysenia was just so pure and innocent it was hard to believe that she was already betrothed to the young Baratheon boy, he was a nice lad yet Rhaenys had still wept upon hearing of her daughters betrothal, although she would not marry until she came of age, she still felt that her baby was being taken away from her too early.

Laughing at her daughter’s eagerness Rhaenys nodded with a loving smile “it is my darling, we now just wait upon the great houses” she explained, knowing that they would be arriving any moment “And of course they’ll be dancing! It would not be a party if there were not” the Queen laughed in exaggeration “Would you spare a dance for your mother?” Rhaenys asked tucking a strand of her daughter’s hair back behind her ear.

Listening to Vysenia’s comments about the flowers, the Queen couldn’t but be amazed at the girls logic, it was just so pure and beautiful, she wished deeply it was true, smiling as the young Princess added the comment about herself, Rhaenys scooped her up into her arms and rested her on her knees, she hadn’t done that for years and missed it greatly. Placing a loving kiss on top of her daughters golden hair, she smiled “A mother’s love never wilts…you will find that out for yourself one day my love” she explained lightly.

“My Queen” A voice beckoned from behind, turning her head Rhaenys greeted the member of the Kingsguard with a small nod as he bowed gallantry “Yes Ser Alyn.”

“Forgive the intrusion, but the Stark, Lannister, Baratheon and Greyjoy banners have all been spotted” he explained quickly “Marvellous” she smiled brightly “Please find the rest of my family and inform them to meet us promptly in the Great Hall.” Nodding her thanks Rhaenys dismissed the knight before standing up with her daughter “Come Vysenia, we have guests to greet.”

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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: Alyria Stark Character Portrait: Aubrey Stark Character Portrait: Vysenia Targaryen Character Portrait: Rhaenys Targaryen Character Portrait: Kale Baratheon Character Portrait: Jaehaerys Targaryen Character Portrait: Brennidon Stark Character Portrait: Aerys Targaryen Character Portrait: Aegon V Targaryen Character Portrait: Rhaegar Targaryen Character Portrait: Steffon Baratheon Character Portrait: Edrick Stark Character Portrait: Willem Lannister

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Aubrey Stark

The middle child of Edrick Stark felt perfectly at ease as she, accompanied by her brother, walked through the slums of King's Landing. Brennidon, on the other hand, seemed to be quite anxious as he pulled Aubrey closer and was that his hand on his sword she saw? She glanced to her brother, eyebrow raised as she glanced to his sword and back to his pale features. As they left the area, she hoped he was aware of the teasing and jesting comments that would come up from just this alone.

Walking through the gate, Brennidon turned to her and spoke with a smile on his lips. Aubrey couldn't help the grin that spread over her own lips, revealing her pearl-white teeth. " It is," she agreed, her tone seeming more excited than before.. if that was even possible. " But I can't wait for this celebration to begin so I can dance," Aubrey added though she left out a portion of her words; with all the young men. The Stark was practically like a child when she was allowed near boys who were not her family or of lower class. Fair game was fair game though and Aubrey loved to flirt with and tease practically any handsome man she came across. Even Brennidon knew of the trouble she'd gotten herself into in the past due to her bold and flirtatious nature.

" Hm, father?" She turned her head to look and felt her smile dim slightly, turning more demure and proper than displaying her confidence, as she also spotted Lord Kale Baratheon. She hid the jealousy she felt as she witnessed her elder sister, Alyria, meet her betrothed, Steffon Baratheon, for the first time in years.




Vysenia Targaryen

As her mother and herself entered the throne room, Vysenia sped up to sit by her sisters. " Good afternoon," the younger girl said cheerfully to her siblings, a lovely smile on her still maturing features as her long blonde hair shifted over her shoulders. Of course, she became silent as soon as she sat, comfortable but proper, and watched her sisters and mother greet each other.




Elaena Targaryen

As their mother came forward, Elaena stood and returned Rhaenys' loving embrace before releasing the Queen to allow Jaehaerys to be hugged as well. " Thank you, mother," the curly haired blonde said softly, giving an informal curtsey in greeting. Her mother tucked a loose strand of her hair behind Elaena's ear and she couldn't help the smile that spread over her lips at the memories this brought forth. Many days of just sitting with her mother as a child, reading books with her siblings and making sure they got to bed with loving kisses and hugs from her.

The middle princess returned to her seat as she looked to the doors, waiting to see Rhaegar and her father, Aegon. Perhaps she should have stayed with Willem those few extra moments to remind her brother to come to the throne room.

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Character Portrait: Vysenia Targaryen Character Portrait: Rhaenys Targaryen Character Portrait: Jaehaerys Targaryen Character Portrait: Harlon Greyjoy Character Portrait: Aerys Targaryen Character Portrait: Rhaegar Targaryen Character Portrait: Alys Greyjoy Character Portrait: Edrick Stark Character Portrait: Willem Lannister Character Portrait: Donnel Greyjoy Character Portrait: Aeron Stark Character Portrait: Callum Baratheon I

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Rhaegar Targaryen

Willem was exactly right... it had been too long. He couldn't even remember the last time they had seen each other. His great friend had definitely grown into more of a man since the last time they had spoken. He was taller than Rhaegar himself, of course he had two years on the young Targaryen. His friend began talking rapidly, and Rhaegar couldn't do anything but smile. The excitement was plain on Willem's face, and in his words.

When he finally stopped to breathe, Rhaegar couldn't help but bellow out a laugh, echoing off the stone walls. "Ah, my friend, you haven't changed a bit!" he exclaimed, taking a step back.

"I'll make you a deal. You get one Greyjoy brother, and I get the other!" He smiled, his white teeth gleaming. "Of course then, that means next I'll have to unhorse you myself!" He laughed again, clapping his hand on his friend's shoulder. He chose not to respond to Willem's mention of the girls. His friend didn't know about his love for his sister, Jaehaerys. No one did. And he wanted to keep it that way. He had no idea what his father would think, let alone his friends who didn't understand the Targaryen way of marrying sister and brother. And if his friend found out it wasn't just for duty, but also for love? He didn't want to think of it.

He waved a hand, not caring that his friend had so much to talk about. "Being a prince is boring," he responded. "Although I have become quite skilled with a bow. You and I must go in to the yard and-"

"My lord," a guard said, approaching from the doorway. Rhaegar turned reluctantly away from his friend to the guard. "Your mother requests your presence in the Great Hall."

So it was time already? He silently cursed the guard for interrupting his reunion with Willem. "Very well, I will be there shortly," he replied to the guard before dismissing him. He turned back to his friend. "Alas, it seems I must go. But we will talk later." He embraced his friend once more before leaving for the Great Hall. As he walked inside, he noticed that all the ladies of his family were already present, sitting in their respective places, and his elder brother, the heir, sat next to his father's throne. He scowled.

He approached his mother first, bowing slightly, though not smiling as he addressed her. "Mother, you look absolutely beautiful." He moved to Jaehaerys, and her beauty made him pause. Her gown was breathtaking, and the low plunging neckline immediately drew his eyes. He felt warmth rising to his cheeks, and he quickly kissed her hand saying, "You look lovely, my sister." He exchanged pleasantries with his other two sisters, before taking his place beside his youngest sibling, Vysenia. He sat still, a neutral look on his face. He wasn't looking forward to seeing and watching all the royal families shower his older brother with nice words, while Rhaegar himself would be almost nonexistent. The families would spend more time being friendly with the future king than the younger brother who wouldn't amount to much.




Alys Greyjoy

She had enjoyed exploring the city, seeing both the beautiful and downtrodden parts. All of it was absolutely fascinating. Most citizens just stared at her, obviously not knowing who she was. Perhaps they were confused why such a beautiful woman was wearing breeches and a tunic, instead of a gown like most ladies. Or perhaps they sensed that she was higher born than she looked. Either way, she graced them with a smile before moving on.

As she emerged from an alleyway, she saw that she was right near the docks. She scanned the boats, and her eyes instantly found her brother's ship, Lady Amalya. She quickly made her way through the throngs of people, searching for her brothers. After searching, she found they had just walked off the boat. She took off at a dead run, throwing her arms around Donnel when she reached him, squealing with delight. She clung to him for a good minute, before releasing him and stepping back. "Brother, it is good to see you," she said, a large smile on her face. She glanced over at her younger brother. "Harlon, how did you like the trip?" she asked, placing her hand on his shoulder for a moment.

She listened to their responses, smiling the entire time. She felt whole again now that she knew Donnel was here in King's Landing with her. Before she could say anything else to him, her father's guard approached them, Duncan. "My lady, I am glad to have found you," he said to her, before also addressing her brothers. She listened to them exchange words for a few moments, before growing bored. She grabbed a spare horse that had come with the guard, and hopped on. "I will see you at the castle, brothers!" she exclaimed, before turning the horse around and letting him gallop down the street.

The people parted before her, grumbling that she was coming down the streets so quickly. She hardly cared though, loving the feeling of her hair flowing behind her, as red as fire. When she reached the castle gates, she dismounted the horse and handed him off to the stable boy. He took the horse to the stables while she looked around in awe. The castle was so large! She walked around a little, not really knowing where she was going. She wondered if she would run into anyone from the other families, and if they would even know who she was.




Aeron Stark

A huge grin lit up Aeron's face at his father's words. His father and brothers were normally much too busy to practice dueling with him. The thought excited him. "With one condition," he said, "I get to use a real sword!" He giggled, finally stopping circling his father's horse, and riding to the left of him.

He gave a shout of surprise as his father lifted him up onto his large horse. He felt so tall! He laughed as the horse turned through the streets with ease, people scrambling out of their way, not wanting to get trampled. When he looked ahead, he saw the black stag on a gold field, the banner of the Baratheons. Behind their banner loomed the walls of the Red Keep, so large they made him feel like the tiniest ant.

The two houses rode together the final distance to the castle gates, where he found the rest of his family waiting. He found that his eldest sister was waiting for the eldest Baratheon, and they exchanged pleasantries. Aeron really wasn't interested in hearing what they had to say, so he hopped off his father's horse, landing swiftly on his feet.

He walked around his father's horse, finding Callum Baratheon with his family. "Callum!" he called happily, smiling and waving.

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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.