𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.

𝕸𝖆𝖕 : the realm. the laws. the prince. the parley. the banners. the fealty.

@theanvill :  ❛ when were you planning on telling me? ❜  —  morbid  curiosity  prompts

       he  did  not  know  how  to  tell  his  baby  brother ,  he  had  hoped  the  words  might  come  to  him  in  the  moment :  something  noble  and  inspiring ,  yet  humbled .  instead ,  he  relied  only  on  the  facts  for  nothing  else  seemed  right .  he  could  no  longer  keep  up  with  training ,  he  was  falling  behind  even  maekar  who  was  still  yet  to  become  a  squire .

❛ i'm telling you now, aren't i? ❜  he  asked ,  ❛ but, do you understand what this means? ❜

       a  hand  moved  up  to  touch  maekar’s  shoulder ,  a  gentle smile  at  his  lips ; he had hoped that  it  may  bring  excitement  to  his  younger  brother .  even  if  rhaegel  could  no  longer  work  towards  attaining  knighthood ,  that  did  not  mean  he  would  stop  his  training  entirely .  he  would  take  on  a  lesser  load ,  to  train  as  best  he  could  even  if  becoming  a  knight  was  not  feasible .  he  could  focus  on  other  studies ,  for  court  held  many  positions  and ,  truly ,  it  was  only  few  which  required being  a  knight .

❛ it means there is space enough for one more squire. ❜  he  said .  ❛ father insisted i not tell you this, but you are my brother, so i cannot keep it from you any longer. ser quentyn will take you on in my stead, to train you as his newest squire. would you like that? ❜

birthday starter for  @loreforged  (  ft .  daeron  ❛ the  drunken ❜  targaryen  )

       it  was  in  the  late  watches  past  midnight  that  rhaegel  had  found  his  nephew  in  a  battle  for  insomnia ;  it  appeared  his  nephew  to  be  losing ,  nodding  off  as  sleep  seemed  to  be  winning  the  battle .  rhaegel’s  own  tired  eyes  softened  on  daeron  as  he  moved  to  his  side ,  a  gentle  hand  at  his  shoulder .  he  could  neither  lift  nor  carry  him ,  for  he  could  seldom  carry  even  his own  youngest  as  the  days  continued ,  but  he  would  help  him  to  bed  if  he  could .

❛ come, daeron. ❜  his  voice  came  quietly ,  ❛ it is past time you retired for the eve. ❜

@hammerthe :  ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜  —  morbid  curiosity  prompts

       the  chamber  doors  had  been  left  ajar  for  the  maester  to  enter  freely  without  disturbing  the  crown  prince ,  and  so  allowed  for  rhaegel  to  slip  inside  and  observe  his  eldest brother .  baelor  had  taken  not  only  a  mace  to  the  head ,  but  a  mace  of  their  younger  brother  —  the  anvil .  there  did  not  seem  a  more  fierce  foe  than  maekar ,  and ,  gods  be  good ,  rhaegel  could  not  quite  understand  how  baelor  had  survived  it  at  all .  mayhaps  it  was  his  own  withering  body  knowing  how  easily  he  would  fall  in  baelor’s  place ,  but  he  had  thought  such  a  blow  might  kill  even  the  largest  and  strongest  of  warriors .

❛ long enough. ❜

       he  moved  further  inside  and  sat  on  the  armchair  opposite  his  brother  by  the  hearth .  rhaegel  had  always  felt  leagues  older  than  his  siblings ,  even  the  brothers  whom  were  his  elders .  as  he  sat  now ,  eyes  tracing  the  outlines  of  baelor  and  seeing  the  age  which  had  finally  touched  him ,  a  sadness  met  the  younger  of  the  two .  despite  being  the  elder ,  baelor  finally  seemed  of  an  age  with  rhaegel .  they  were  far  older  than  they  should  be .

❛ how are you faring? ❜  he  asked ,  ❛ it must ache, and you must rest. ❜

@hammerthe :  ❛ you'd tell me if something was wrong, right? ❜  —  morbid curiosity prompts

       weary  and  deep  purple  eyes  shifted  from  maekar  and  aerys  with  their  tutor ,  to  baelor  who  was  now  at  his  side .  rhaegel  pressed  his  lips  together  firmly  as  his  eldest  brother  spoke ,  wondering  how  long  he  had  been  there  —  and  silently  praying  he  had  not  seen  too  much  of  his  longing .  rhaegel  did  not  often  wish  to  burden  his  eldest  brother ,  for  he  knew  he  had  a  great  many  more  things  to  learn  as  the  crown  prince .

❛ mm, yes, i suppose. ❜  there  was  a  long  pause  and  finally  a  breath ,  ❛ ser quentyn wishes to speak with me... and father. ❜

       his  eyes  immediately  shifted  from  baelor  towards  his  feet .  it  seemed  almost  easier  to  talk  to  baelor  if  he  pretended  he  wasn’t  there ;  it  could  almost  be  as  if  he  were  speaking  only  to  himself ,  and  not  burdening  his  eldest  brother .  the  leather  of  his  boots  wrinkled  as  he  tilted  his  feet  upwards  then  downwards  as  his  hands  found  the  seat  of  the  bench  and  gripped  it  tightly .  rhaegel  was  not  entirely  certain  if  he  was  holding  it  to  support  himself ,  or  if  he  simply  needed  something  tangible  to  hold  in  his  hands .

❛ it's been almost a year, and... i haven't gotten any better, at any of it. ❜  his  nails  dug  into  the  wood .  ❛ even maekar is better than me, and he's still only a page. ❜

                                                 𝕻𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝕽𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝕿𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

       𝕶𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐈 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐍𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 had four sons, among them was third born, Prince Rhaegel Targaryen. His hair was dark of colour, a thick and wavy texture, with a dark shade of purple eyes; he grew to share a physical likeness to richard iii ( aneurin barnard ) from the white queen, though with a much thinner and more frail frame. Rhaegel was born on the thirteenth night of the fifth moon in the year 175AC. The air was unusually cool and in its evening sky sat a full and red, bloody moon. As a babe, Rhaegel was quiet and rarely cried; his skin was pallor and pale, and his energies seemed even less apparent. The maesters alleged Rhaegel to be born to an ill moon which claimed his sanguine humours, replaced with melancholic humour.

       𝕬𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞, Rhaegel was presented with a gelded black riding pony whose mane and tail were lightly sun bleached. The pony's name grew to be ❛Po❜ as the babe learned his speech but could not yet pronounce the word pony. He learned to ride on Po until his seventh name day, wherein his parents gifted him a new and larger courser, a pale grey mare with a dark mane and tail. The horse was named Solstice, for Rhaegel had dreamed of a winter solstice in the evening prior. It was in his seventh year that he began training as a page to the master–at–arms, Ser Quentyn Ball.

       𝕭𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, Rhaegel travelled with his family to Dorne so that they may visit Queen Myriah's family. As a welcoming name day gift, Rhaegel received a pure black sand steed stallion which he named Rhovior. Although the journey was physically taxing on the third son, Rhaegel was promoted to squire for Ser Quentyn upon return to King's Landing. However, as the training grew more intense and the prince was displaying persistent fatigue, dizziness, and susceptibility to infection of even minor wounds, it was decided that his training would be reduced significantly. By his thirteenth name day, Rhaegel ceased his formal esquire training. Although he no longer trained as a squire, he still occasionally practiced amongst his brothers in the yard.

       𝕿𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 of retiring as a squire, Rhaegel was gifted a puppy for his thirteenth name day, which he named Knight. The puppy had been bred with the intention of providing companionship to the prince, but as it grew, it quickly learned to aid Rhaegel in his daily activities, such as fetching items or people and finding paths, particularly during busy periods or in new locations. Its breed is similar to the modern Bernese Mountain dog, and so its size also proved useful for Rhaegel when he needed to lean against something for rest due to his ongoing and worsening ailment. Even from birth, maesters worked healing salves, leeches, and various draughts and medicines to restore life in him, though his humours never seemed to find balance.

       𝕴𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, Rhaegel grew to take interest in the moon and stars of the night sky. Although not as bookish as his elder brother, Aerys, he began reading upon them all, drawing and painting the constellations in an attempt to understand why the red moon at his birth had claimed his sanguine humour. The maesters were unable to provide answer, and it is said that the flames of madness were sparked by his insistence to understand why the universe, its moon and stars had created him to be so sickly when none of his family had been so to his extent. Despite this growing obsession, Rhaegel remained kind and loving to his family, particularly to his younger brother, Maekar, who had suffered a pox. He could lament in the illness, having visited his younger brother despite being forbidden for his own health.

       𝕭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐥 had reached his twentieth year, his chronic ailment was only showing to worsen. He was growing increasingly frail, though he hid his true frame under puffy outfits which doubled as extra insulation due to frequent chills. Weakness and breathlessness had also become a significant part of his identity, and he became even more susceptible to infections of wounds and illness. Due to this, he rarely travelled outside King's Landing, and even ventures beyond the Red Keep seemed particularly taxing. Despite this, however, he maintained a kind albeit reserved attitude.

       𝕴𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, Knight passed peacefully in sleep at the foot of Rhaegel's bed. It is said the prince was inconsolable for many nights as the dog had grown to be part of him, working in service of the prince until its last day. With the passing of Knight, Rhaegel lost significant amounts of independence and turned to various concoctions to heal his inner hurts. This resulted in episodes of increased energy and lack of awareness, leading to events as being found roaming the Red Keep without clothing. His hurts were eventually healed when he was betrothed to and later married Lady Alys Arryn in his late twenties.

       𝕿𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 shared a particularly private and quiet life in the Red Keep, particularly as they brought to the realm three children: the twins, Aelor and Aelora; and their youngest, Daenora. Although still heavily affected by his ailment and piling grief with the loss of his father, Rhaegel was a gentle father whom tended his children as best he could. Before his fortieth name day, Rhaegel choked on a lamprey pie which maesters later suspected was due to severe muscular weakness. He was unable to be revived.

                                                    𝕭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝕶𝐧𝐞𝐞

𝐒𝐊𝐔𝐋𝐋, 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘, 𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃 — starglade

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