A Game of Thrones (Privat)

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Name: Prince Aelor Targaryen
Age: 20
Appearance: Dark silver hair, reaching his shoulders, a darker skin colour more reminiscent of his mothers Dornish blood, fairly muscular (due to extensive training) above average height
Family: Father (Aegon), Mother (Rhaenys) and Rhaena (Sister)
Family relations: Is not very close to his parents but closer to his mother than his father. His relationship with his sister is strained (at times) since he as a Crown Prince must uphold the rules and tries to keep his sister in check.
Interests: Sword fighting, riding (horse and Dragon) , battle tactits and cartography studies
Strengths: Quick wits (according to himself and some of the Lords), determined and dutiful.
Weaknesses: Stubborn , causes him to disagree with his parents and the Lords where he might be wrong , arrogant and he does have a temper.
Other: Aelor keeps the New Gods as is custom by the family. Due to the nature of his (forced) relationship with his sister , Aelor has a habit of detrerring any suitors that come her way.

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Ser superbra ut! Då kör jag igång då?

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Dear Diary.
It’s a good thing that I’m keeping you hidden. Considering what these last pages consist of, Father would be furious if he found this. I really need to write this down though, I don’t know where else to ventilate. I can’t say it out loud for obvious reasons.

I saw the boy again today. I’m starting to think that he lingers around the square, as if he knows when I’m about to go for a walk. This is the third time we lock eyes just this week. I’m actually starting to find myself thinking about him right before I walk out of the gate, hoping I will pass him. His hazel brown eyes are beautiful, and it’s as if I’m falling right into them when he looks at me. Is it even possible to gain feelings for a person you’ve never spoken with? I haven’t heard his first name yet, but I bet it’s a good one. It’s too bad his last name is Baratheon.



A sigh slipped out of the pink lips, as she closed the book and put the pen down on the grass beside her. Rhaena leaned her head against the tree behind her, looking at the edge of the cliff to the left of her. Beneath it was a raging sea, she could hear the waves. It was a beautiful day, however, and the sun warmed her face. It was a nice day for training, which was what she was waiting for. Rhaena had been practicing her swordsmanship since she was young; her father had given in to her nagging and let her practice twice a week with one of the Kingsguard. It wasn’t usual for women to be able to handle a sword, but Rhaena had thought it was unfair. It had taken a while to convince her father, but it had been worth it.

She looked at the notebook in her lap and let out another sigh.
“You know, I’ll probably never speak to him anyway” she said and looked at the little dragon sitting by her bag. It was a bit older than one year old, and was the size of a small dog. It screeched as a response to her. Rhaena’s Great Aunt’s dragons had laid eggs, and the dragons hatched from those had done it, too. She had been given one of the eggs, and it had taken forever for her dragon to hatch, but finally it had poked its red little head out. Rhaena had named her Ellya, after her grandmother.

She turned her head as she heard steps between the trees; it was Corbus; one of the soldiers from the Kingsguard. He had been practicing with her for the last year, and Rhaena had learnt a lot from him. As she was about to raise her hand and wave to him, he suddenly charged at her. Rhaena reacted instinctively and grabbed the sword lying next to her. She just got up to her feet when Corbus swung his blunt blade towards her. Rhaena blocked the blow, and the dance begun.

When Corbus finally decided that practice was done for the day, Rhaena’s legs and arms were quite tired. She also felt how she was going to get bruises here and there; Corbus had gotten quite some hits on her, but not before she had hit him, too.
“You did well today, Princess” he said with a smile, and bowed a little. He looked at her, as if he was waiting for her to start walking. Rhaena shook her head.
“I’ll stay here for a while, it’s such a beautiful day” she said, and Corbus answered with a bow before turning around and disappearing behind the trees. Rhaena leaned towards the tree again as she sat down, grimacing as the pain from a particularly hard blow, which had landed on her thigh, made its way to her brain.

This spot was known for being Rhaena’s favourite; it had been many times her family had been able to find her here when she had been gone for too long or when they didn’t know where she was. It was just so peaceful and beautiful, a perfect spot to collect her thoughts. Ellya walked up to her and laid down in her lap as Rhaena put her notebook in her bag. Far down in it. Not that anyone would search her bag, but she’d rather be safe than sorry; her notebook contained her inmost thoughts, even those kinds she wasn’t allowed to have.

Rhaena took a deep breath and looked around in the nature. She listened to the waves crashing against the cliff while she felt the cool grass underneath her with her bare feet. She observed the birds flying far above her head, and the wind which made the trees bend after its will. It was a truly beautiful place. She put her face towards the sun, closing her eyes, just taking in the aura of her favourite spot.

Tack! det gör vi

(vilken bra start )

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"I can't believe that she snuck off again and the the Septa and mother scold 'me' for it!" Aelors is headed towards Rhaena's favorite spot with quick steps , followed by a board shouldered , newly appointed Kingsguard named Ewyn, a childhood friend of his. He hasn't had time to change out of his training clothes, the hauberk and sweaty tunic hanging heavily off his shoulders.

Ewyn shakes his head "you're not her keeper, My Prince but as her elder brother is that not the same thing?"
Aelor scoffs and the comment from his friend and quickens his pace towards his little sisters presumed location as his dragon flies above them.

The growl of the his dark bronze and black colour, a true beast, it's wingspan reaching six meters, close to seven from tip to tip, it's been known to snatch deers and even horses, which earned Aelor a reprimand and clouts on the head from his father, the lecture is not one he will soon forget.

A sigh of frustration and relief escapes his lips as he spots his sister , nursing another bruise it would seem. "Are you enjoying your day out in the sun, little sister?" he can't help the teasing tone that comes out out of mouth, intentional or not. His dark purple eyes gaze seem to examine her body for further damage

"Any visible bruising should be avoided, what would the court say if they saw her bruised and limping?" there is a disappointment to his tone that is close to their fathers chiding voice.

Aelor's dragon, Valyr, named after the greatest mountain of old Valyria as in hope that he would grow as large, lands near the edge, shaking his head, turns to look at Rhaena with his ember filled eyes. Valyr is near twelve years old, which has given Aelor plenty of time to fly and bond with the beast.

Aelor sits down next to Rhaena, stretching out his weary arms and legs as Ewyn stands a good distance away, hand on the hilt of his sword. "Because of you, I got scolded by both Mother and your bloody Septa, how is that fair? Gods , help me, Rhaena, you're a woman grown, you should not be doing this"

(Om dom är så gamla så borde dom typ ha varit gifta i typ 3-4 år enligt Westerosi lag xD)

(La till lite men det känns inte tillräckligt )

The sun was really warming up the Earth today. Spring was definitely sprung, and Rhaena loved it. The blooming nature and warmer weather, it was great from every perspective. Rhaena opened her eyes again and looked around. She put her hand on Ellya’s back, stroking it as the dragon screeched and looked at her with her big eyes. Unfortunately, Ellya wasn’t big enough to ride yet; but she grew fast and Rhaena should probably be able to ride her at the end of the year. In the meantime, she was allowed to practice dragon riding on her father’s dragon, when he was in the mood, of course.

A voice made her turn her head, and she saw her older brother, Aelor. He didn’t look very happy. He had that face that made him look a lot like father, especially when he used a certain tone of voice, too. The tone he was using right now. Rhaena didn’t like it one bit. She flashed a smile towards him, mostly to wind him up even more.
“I’m enjoying myself a lot, thank you very much for asking, dear brother” she said as she looked down on her body.
“I’m not limping. And for the record, Corbus is probably tending to some bruises as well” she said as her right eyebrow was raised. She couldn’t help but laugh when Aelor told her that he got scolded by both mother and the Septa.
“Too bad I missed it” she teased with a smile,
“They should know that I have practice today, and it is actually not stated anywhere that it’s a certain location where the practice needs to take place” she said and looked at Ellya as she moved from her lap. The dragon looked so tiny next to Valyr. Rhaena couldn’t even imagine that Ellya would look like that one day.

Rhaena looked at Aleor.
“Shouldn’t do what? Be out in the nature? Walk? Practice? Do you want me to be locked up in the castle all day or what?” she said with an accusing voice. Sure, she was almost a grown woman now, but she still wanted to be…. Herself. She wasn’t made for the Princess role; she hated everything about it. The dresses, the balls, the court meetings. The shoes. She was known as the Barefoot Princess, but nobody said it so her father could hear. Everything was just so much easier without shoes. But no matter how much she fought it, her blood told her everything; she was a Princess and was expected to act like one.

(det blev jättebra )

Aelor can't help but to sigh at his sisters words. "You are a Princess and you should act like one. Our family didn't fight The Others (White Walkers) so the line would end with us. Practice is one thing but this can not continue" He keeps trying to sound like a man but just seems as if he is playing a King.

With his silver hair and a fair mix of Targaryen and Martell features, he is a handsome man, many of the Ladies were said to have cried at the news of Aelor marrying his sister, or so the servants and Lords told him. The sight of Aelor next to or riding Valyr seems intimidating but the naive Ladies of the realm seem to love it.

"With the tourney next week, you need to behave, you undetstand , don't you?" He keeps his gaze on his sisters lovely face, of course that is not something a man should think but his fathers word is law and Aelor sees no harm in finding the beauty in the situation , an obscene thought for anyone but a Targaryen.

Valyr growls and takes flight , seemingly to hunt in the warm sunlight. Aelor can't help but to smile as the scales glisten from the warm light of the sun, making the bronze of the scales shine even brighter against the black contrast.

(Tack är på mobilen just nu så det tar en stund att skriva haha)

Rhaena laughed yet again.
“Aelor, I might be younger than you, but I’m definitely not stupid” she said and wiggled her feet.
“I’m well aware on how to behave during a tournament. I might not like it, but I sure know how to bloody behave” she said, looking at him with a bit of annoying look on her face. She sure didn’t like when Aelor talked down to her; she might not be as he (or, well, father) wished, but she knew how to pretend.

Rhaena looked at her brother’s feature as they conversed. Aelor had gotten a mix of Martell and Targaryen look, but Rhaena had gotten the pure Taragyen look. Sometimes she wished that she also could have the tanned skin, but she had to settle with the fair one. Maybe their future children would get the mix, as well. The thought was repulsing. Rhaena didn’t want to marry Aelor, but she didn’t have a choice. Their father was very hard with the whole deal about Targaryens being pure, and he wanted his children to purify the line yet again. Of course nobody knew about Rhaena’s feelings about the whole thing; she was good at pretending.

Suddenly, Rhaena stood up, twirling and stopping, facing her brother.
“I’m even going to dance until my feet hurts” she said, grinning. The dance after the tourney was really boring, especially the conversations with the Lords and Ladies. But Rhaena had a thought; if she was lucky, House Baratheon was invited. Baratheon and Targaryens hated each other since the battle of the Trident, but Baratheon was still a noble house and should be invited to events concerning noble houses. If that was the case (which Rhaena sure hoped it was), the boy would be there. Dancing with someone else wasn’t wrong, and even though basically everyone knew that Rhaena was going to get bethroted to her brother once she got her Flower, she still had suitors hanging after her, hoping they would bend the rules. Maybe the boy could make a miracle happen?

Aelor looks up when Rhaena suddenly stands up. "Of course you will, it's the closest thing to fighting" he jests, giving her a small smile before standing up. His hands are red and dirty from the hours of fighting.

"I can't wait until tonight, I heard they caught a doe for tonights meal, with potatoes and herbs, the good, spicy ones from Dorne and Essos" his mouth salivates from the thought and his stomach growls. "Aren't you hungry after your practice?" Aelor takes a few steps forward to head back to the castle before some more guards come looking.

"Mother is cross with you, so you need to speak with her before she comes after me again" he shakes his head at the thought of his mothers tight grip on his shoulders. He loves the woman, of course he does, but she can be frightning, especially with that damn cat that's always skulking around her, which has never really liked him, even as a child.

"Let's go, you seem to need a bath" before she has a chance to say anything, he continues "I am aware that I could most likely use one as well." He takes a few more hurried steps , passing Ewyn, patting the man's arm. "Keep up, you two"

(Förlåt att dom är lite kortare )

Rhaena was about to answer his question, but decided to sigh instead as Aelor started to walk, commanding her to follow him. She didn’t like it at all. Sure, he was older, but she wasn’t a child.
“How can mother be cross with me, I haven’t even done anything wrong” she muttered under her breath and considered not walking with her brother. But that would only lead to a fight, a fight that Rhaena didn’t feel like having right now. She looked over at Ewyn, Aelors little helper. Rhaena had known him for her entire life, since he had been a friend of Aelors during their childhood. Now, he was working for him instead.
“Poor thing, your feet are probably hurting after running after the very stressed Aelor all day” she said jokingly with a grin.

As they moved closer to the castle, Rhaena found herself looking for the boy, but he was nowhere to be seen. She bit her lip and got an impulse of go and look for him. She decided, however, to fight the impulse and walked with her brother to the castle. As they crossed the gates into the palace yard, the clicking of their mother’s high heels could be heard. In front of them, Rhaenys Targaryen was walking quickly and had a stern look on her face. Rhaena had a very good relationship with her mother, but right now, she was mad.
“Rhaena Daenarys Targaryen” she said. As she always did when she was cross with them, she used her full name. Rhaena put on a little smile, hoping the scolding wasn’t going to be too bad.
“Where have you been?” she said and shook her head. She gesticulated towards her brother.
“Aelor had to go looking for you again, this is not appropriate” she continued and Rhaena decided not to say anything, it was easier to wait until she was finished. She saw how her mother looked at and let out a sigh.
“Dirty and without shoes” she muttered as she grabbed Rhaena’s arm and dragged her with her towards the castle. Rhaena turned her head towards her brother.
“Thank you for the talk, brother!” she exclaimed before she got dragged up to her room by her mother.

Aelors pace his quick and demanding, long strides as he walks towards the castle.

Rhaena's comment brings a chuckle out of Ewyn while he walks a few steps behind them, as he always has in Aelors presence. "My feet are accustomed to the Prince's whims and paces" he replies, smiling while Aelor scoffs ahead of them. "You should not be talking of me behind my back." Says Aelor with a hint of grumpiness to his voice.

Aelor instinctivly stops at the sound of his mothers voice, smiling warmly at her, with a charm that would put kind Rhaegae himself to shame. "Mother, I told her that it wasn't appropriate" with a quick look towards his mother and sister, he grumbles at her words before replying "Always a pleasure, sweet sister!"

After the encounter with his mother, Aelor heads for his chambers where a busty maid is waiting with a pitcher of wine and ready bath. As he enters the room, she curtsies and smiles..is one of his favorites. He smirks as the green eyed maid undresses him and begins to wash his body, lingering too long in certain places.