#crownlands.

♛   ELAENYS TARGARYEN

↳ details; cisfemale, twenty-three.   ↳ date of birth; 1st of the second month, 483AC.

↳ status; heterosexual, unmarried, no children. ↳ faceclaim; kathryn newton. ↳ hails from; dragonstone. ↳ loyalty; house targaryen and the iron throne.

↳ position/title; lady of house targaryen, lady of dragonstone. ↳ religion; the faith of the seven. ↳ magical ability; dragon dreams. ↳ spoken languages; the common tongue & high valyrian. ↳ reason for being in sunspear; travelling alongside her family and the iron throne.

♛   PERSONALITY

↳ type; the campaigner ( enfp-a ). ↳ alignment; chaotic good. ↳ star sign; aquarius. ↳ positives; scholarly, charitable, enthralling, sagacious. ↳ negatives; inquiring, headstrong, unruly, overemotional.

♛  BIOGRAPHY

↳ family lineage.

cursed. it is what elaenys will answer if asked what she is.

born as the youngest daughter of the dragonstone’s targaryen branch, nothing special was expected of elaenys. of course, she was descendent of an old valyrian house, descendent of the glorius targaryen kings and queens — but she wasn’t a princess. they’ll look upon her, of course they will, but the secondary branch wasn’t so glorious as the one who held the power. but elaenys was a targaryen, born with silver-blonde hair e violet-blue eyes, as fair as a cotton flower. being the youngest of three, she was quite pampered by her parents and the other adults — but she wasn’t expected to be the last.

lonely for almost her childhood — her siblings and cousins were too old to play her childish games — elaenys found comfort in the books. for the early months, she would ask for the maester or a septa to read for her — or even her mother or father, if she found them to be willing to spend some more minutes with her — until she learned how to write and read in the common tongue. when that time arrived, elaenys was unstoppable. she read all the books in dragonstone’s library at least twice, and started to preffer the company of the maesters than of the septas. but she had to attend her lady’s duties — and while she did, her mind would be wandering in the stories she read, hoping to have an adventure of her own, like her ancestors had.

always very applied, elaenys stood out in languages and westerosi history. after all, these were her favourites subjects and the ones that the young dragon, since a young age, was interested in. however, because of that, elaenys became a difficult person to deal with changes and unexpected things. history and languages always had been the way they were — and elaenys thought that her life would be like that, too. younger, she would throw a loud tantrum if things didn’t go as she planned, now, however, her tantrums aren’t so loud — but she shows small signs of irritation like harsh responses and disapproving gazes.

however, growing up, elaenys noticed that her dreams were too childish. she wasn’t born in a great condition — being a woman and a lady of a great house, meant that she would be married off to some lord and secure an beneficial alliance to her family. only if she had been born a boy — she would be like aegon v, traveling all over the kingdom. but elaenys accepted her fate within dragonstone’s gray walls and, sometimes, the red ones of the red keep.

it wasn’t until her seventeenth birthday that elaenys’ curse came. until there, her life had been easy. she could be found in the company of her older sister and mother all day or reading and discussing with the maesters. elaenys loved her father with all of her heart and had a good relationship with her older brother, even if sometimes she found his goals to be too much for his position. however, on the first day of the second month of 500AC, elaenys woke up screaming. the targaryen lady had a strange dream, one that she couldn’t put into properly words. four dragons — two reds, one purple and other green — were flying over her, their eyes too familiar, looking deep into her soul. a desperate roar was heard by elaenys as the purple dragon fell to the ground towards her direction in the open field. in the same year, her aunt, queen victaria, died.

elaenys was desperate when she interpreted her dream as an omen of death. however, she didn’t told a soul about it. she didn’t want to scare anyone — after all, the other three dragons couldn’t mean anything. the targaryen daughter tried to continue her daily activities with normality, but her reading were directed for dragon dreams’ books and targaryens who suffered from it as well. for some years, elaenys felt at peace. the dream didn’t come again, and for a while, she even forgot about it. but, at her nineteenth birthday, she dreamed of the two red dragons had fallen alongside the purple one, remaining only the green flying in the sky. the death of her uncle, the king, and her cousin, the crown prince, were not a surprise for elaenys.

the green dragon haunted her for a year. it appeared in her dreams every single day, and elaenys started to wander who it could be. her father or brother for sure, and that scared her. but the dragon dream came before her birthday, and her father’s death a few weeks before it too. again, she wasn’t surprised. elaenys knew tragedy would came one last time, and she prepared herself for it. yet, she still cried and mourned her father for days. but her nightmares became known by everyone, but she disguised them just as vivid dreams, created by her creative head. it worked for awhile, but soon her maids and mother realized that it was worse than simple nightmares.

the transition of the rule of dragonstone made her uneased. blood is thickier than water, but she knows that with her brother ruling the first targaryen seat and a lannister in the iron throne she’ll be used as a coin of exchange to secure alliances, and now with the split of the kingdoms, used as a way to keep an eye in the new monarchies. the young targaryen wasn’t happy with rhaena’s marriage — she didn’t hate the lannisters, but the iron throne belonged to the targaryens, and only her fmaily was worthy to sit on it. after all, everytime the seven kingdoms had a non-targaryen ruler, it was doomed to to failure. but elaenys would be happy to leave dragonstone — its walls remind her of her dreams, and she’s thankful that they stopped to haunt her. however, in the travel for sunspear, elaenys had a strange feeling — they weren’t the same when she had her dragon dreams, but she’s afraid that tragedy will fall again in the last generation of targaryens.

↳ personality.

with an inquiring nature, elaenys is, sometimes, a difficult person to meddle with. she doesn’t like to take orders from anyone — as a targaryen, she feels superior to the other great houses — and from time to time, disobeys the high lords. she’s a free spirit and dreams of having her own adventures — taking inspirations from aegon v, her greatest role model. as someone that read too much in her free time, elaenys observes things from different points of view and is difficult to deceive. however, she’s an idealistic and is always ready to advocate in favor of the small folk or help them. with people that she trusts, the young dragon is a sweet and lively, speaking too much about her interests.

however, with the dragon dreams, elaenys is quieter. quieter and paranoiac. she’s afraid to have another dream and this fear is showing up in her actions, even if it’s an irrational fear. she wanders from time to time and wonders about the possibilities of what can happen, but when she realizes it, elaenys promptly tries to return to her normal self — the same impatient and cheerful elaenys that her family knew. the targaryen daughter is someone super emotional, and she holds words and grudges easily. her impulsiveness and inquiring nature always bring to elaenys situations that she doesn’t know how to handle — despite being such a smart person, she isn’t well versed in diplomacy and doesn’t know the time to stop talking, sometimes hurting the people that the loves without noticing. the young dragons is also someone that doesn’t apologize easily — she is always sure that she is right, and if the other person is offended, she cannot do anything to help them.

↳ the splitting of the kingdoms.

for someone that only traveled to the capitol, elaenys is excited to be in somewhere new and attend to a summit that will be in the maester’s history books. she wants to experience the dornish lands with everything they have to offer, without worrying for her family safety. however, with a mind as sharp as an assassin’s knife, elaenys is more interested in the political meetings. she isn’t a supporter of king arryk — doing it publicly because of her cousin — and think that either rhaena of one of her older siblings should the ruler of westeros, but she understand why the schism happened. elaenys doesn’t think that the treaties will work — men are too prideful when losing, and losing a great part of your kingdom isn’t something good. she’s afraid that a war will happen just like the last time the seven kingdoms were split, and she knows that her family will be in the middle of it — being in dorne will give elaenys a way to prepare herself when that time comes. however, with her inquiring nature, she may find herself in difficult situations after asking questions she shouldn’t.

♛   ARRYK LANNISTER

↳ details; male, 33. (b. 473) ↳ status; heterosexual, married, one son (aemos, 1yr old) ↳ faceclaim; chris hemsworth ↳ hails from; kings landing, the red keep ↳ loyalty; house lannister, the crown, the iron throne

↳ official title; king arryk i lannister, king of the andals, the rhoynar, and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms, and protector of the realm. ↳ unofficial title/s; the lion king, the golden lion, king of the iron throne & united kingdoms

↳ religion; faith of the seven ↳ spoken languages; common tongue, conversational high valyrian ↳ reason for being in sunspear; attending the summit as king of the iron throne & united kingdoms; accompanied by his wife, son & family

♛   PERSONALITY

↳ type; the executive (ESTJ-A) ↳ alignment; lawful neutral ↳ star sign; cancer ↳ positives; steadfast, respectful, protective, logical, dedicated, honourable ↳ negatives; tightly-wound, suspicious, proud, stern, rigid, combative

♛  BIOGRAPHY

↳ family lineage.

arryk was the first child born to his parents, the perfect heir and the first of three trueborn children. there was a golden haired trio born of the fair-haired lady alyson lannister (formerly of house sunglass) and the lord of casterly rock, lord tristifer lannister - the eldest of the previous lannister golden trio; tristifer, younger brother emrick and their sister nayah. there never seemed an end to the youthful, yellow-haired faces in the halls of casterly rock; arryk (dubbed lord lion as the heir to the rock), his brother; the middle child, lysella his younger sister (known as the golden flower), and frequent faces at the rock were willem and miranda of house clegane. young willem would grow to be close friends with arryk and become his squire when they reached manhood. miranda clegane, however, was arryk’s betrothed before either two had even been born: a marriage arrangement made after lord sandor iii clegane intervened and saved tristifer when a mountain lion suddenly attacked the lannister lord in their youth. arryk didn’t mind, it was his normal and he was his parents golden child; he was eager to be the leader of house lannister and warden of the westerlands.

despite the ringing of childrens laughter, and the radiant sun of lady alyson’s pure heart - a dark cloud hung inside the walls of the rock.  tristifer lannister was the lord commander of the lannister armies before his own father died and tristifer became the lord of casterly rock: he had been a storied knight and warrior and as such his reputation as the grey lion (due to his early-greying hair) cast a longer shadow than the height of the man himself. tristifer was fiercely passionate about house lannister, and about his children propelling themselves into the heights of the monarchical society. he firmly believed in the fact that house lannister, the golden house, were the superior of the great houses and also that house lannister should be the rulers of westeros. while he did try to instil this in his children, he was not as successful as he may have believed and hoped, but never the less arryk showed prowess in many ways, and so he was often considered the perfect golden lannister child.   arryk idolized his father, the mighty and proud grey lion of the west, and did everything he could to earn higher and higher praise but no matter how hard he did try, he always knew that the approval and the smile and the praise was… hollow.

none the less, when they could, the lannister boys ran riot with their cousins and wards: by the time they were all able to run they would drive their mother, maesters and septas mad with their tricks, their adventures that would see them missing for hours and their constant mischievous shenanigans. however, there was a strange dark shadow over the house lannister of casterly rock; after two healthy and strong sons lady alyson bore lysella, the last of the trio of golden haired children that tristifer had insisted upon having. lysella was not strong from birth, there was a rumour that she didn’t cry for a worrying about of time after she was born - but arryk was never sure, he had only seen six namedays when his sister was born and tristifer always snapped at his eldest son when he asked about how lysella was.   ‘you are a child, you understand nothing! she will be dead soon enough anyway so stop asking after her.’ was what tristifer would often shoot out as a reply, and it broke arryk’s heart. though, as long as his mother stood statuesque and proud of her children, arryk knew he could trust her to not allow their father to do anything to harm his sister.

through adolescence & manhood arryk began to take up more of the harsher pastimes than he had before, with sword and hammer wielding and practice two of his favourites. as much as he wished he could have spent his life on the battle field, having even considered both the kingsgaurd and the nights watch at one point if only so he could fight, his father made sure that arryk learned the history of his house and made it very clear that arryk was expected to carry on the lannister line as the golden son.  ‘house lannister is proud: we are mighty and we have gold in our veins’, his father always reminded him, and though they were a house with more than a few historical sins to it’s name - arryk made his peace with that, because he was always proud of his family. the dark cloud of the demanding, cold grey lion of the west seemed to grow and grow inside the walls of casterly rock, and it was almost unspoken rule to never antagonise the strict and stern and dogged man that tristifer had become in his years as warden of the west. it was such a slow decent into the stony, uncaring man that arryk to this day does not fully conceptualise it.

arryk and miranda had waited longer than most expected to set a proper date for their marriage; arryk and miranda both wanted to ensure that lady lysella was more than well enough to join the ceremony; arryk was twenty-five when he was certain and happy that no one would dare cast a crooked look at his sister.   then arryk’s mother fell ill, when she recovered the planning was then set in motion again as tristifer near demanded that all the westerlands finest would attended (arryk didn’t particularly care for the grandeur of a ceremony, but he could not refuse his father).   then again, it was postponed, and then again - though arryk and his betrothed were well settled into the life they both assumed to have planned out for them; lord and lady of the rock, wardens of the west. when, in early of 502AC, word came from the capital that the princess of house targaryen was actively looking for suitors after her brother had seemingly abdicated; arryk received an inquiry as to if he would be interested in presenting himself as a suitor from a great house, but he politely refused as he had already a betrothed. he was, for all intents and purposes, half-way down the isle when his father summoned him and informed him that he would not be marrying lady miranda clegane, but he was to be sent to the capital as tristifer and king maegor targaryen had apparently orchestrated his eldest son to marry into the crown and take it over.   faced with insurmountable pressure and unable to refuse his father, nor be the lannister who let the crown slip through his houses fingers… he departed obediently for a wedding to a woman he had never met.

wed and bed and crowned in a matter of weeks in 503AC, arryk’s life was completely changed, and another curve ball was thrown at him when word came from the westerlands that his former betrothed, miranda clegane, had suddenly passed in her sleep, the maester deeming it natural causes, despite not being ill. it rocked him, but as the new king and the face of the crown and his own house - arryk persevered. his father bragged the loudest and the longest about how his ‘golden son’ had, thanks to him, swiped the crown from house targaryen and taken over the lannisters ‘rightful’ place as the ruler of the seven kingdoms. a blessing in disguise (though not yet revealed to this day), lord tristifer lannister died shortly before his grandchild, prince aemos lannister, was born in 505AC, and the ruling of casterly rock was passed to his brother in arryk’s stead as he took the reigns of the entirety of westeros. or so he thought.

the schism, as he calls it, happened six months after his son was born and was set in motion by an unseen enemy that would not be found until after the murder of a dornish prince, the murder of several civilians and palace employees, the kidnapping and assault of nobles from the great houses of westeros, arson and finally, kidnapping and taking hostage the infant son of arryk & rhaena and the five year old daughter of lady wylla stark. damage done and offence taken at the crowns inability to protect it’s guests; the stormlands, the vale, the reach and the riverlands all withdrew from the iron throne and declared themselves independent kingdoms. the  bubbling tension was held off by the combined manhunt and rescue of the children and capture (and subsequent execution) of the traitorous lord of barrowtown; edderion stark. arryk’s thoughts are towards the future now, and how he can reestablish himself and his family as the true rulers of westeros, without bowing to the violent pressures of his family’s name.

↳ personality.

at his core arryk has always been optimistic and eager for goodness, he is by no means naive to the worlds problems nor does he think that the world is an inherently good place, but he has always been driven by a desire to do good by others. he balances this out with a strong sense of self, pride in his house and loyalty to his family, kin & those who earn it. however, the last few years have been frequented by death and loss; the broken betrothal and the guilt that weighed in his mind, then the sudden death of miranda, the loss of his father and the decline of his mothers health… it all took a toll on his pysche.

his optimism was slightly dimmed by the time he wore the crown, but lifted dramatically at the birth of his son aemos. it reinvigorated him tenfold, and despite all that has happened; the dothraki, the riots and the kidnapping and the treason of the barrowtons as well as the splitting of the kingdoms, he feels strengthened by his sons continued survival and the support he gathers from having his kin by his side, and a wife he believes wants what he wants for their son.

↳ the splitting of the kingdoms.

at the time, all arryk could feel was an impending sense of doom. the splitting happened before his son was taken, and thus before the enemy had been revealed - and even as he tried to conceptualise it all, the domino effect of it all would take his mind away from the treason against his kingdom and set it to the panic of a first-time father with a missing child. aemos safe and sound, edderion executed and all nobles returned to their homes, he is driven to bring himself back into the mindset of a king and ruler.

he looks to fortify the council of the iron throne with the best and brightest of all of westeros, and beyond if need be, and to ensure that going forward the kingdom of the iron throne would regain it’s rightful place as the head of the seven kingdoms - and hopefully without bloodshed.

♛  RHAENA LANNISTER

↳ details; female, 27 (born during the sixth moon of the year 478) ↳ status; bisexual, married, mother to prince aemos lannister ↳ faceclaim; emilia clarke ↳ hails from; king’s landing, the crownlands ↳ loyalty; house targaryen, the iron throne

↳ official title; queen rhaena lannister, queen of the andals, the rhoynar, and the first men, lady of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm. ↳ unofficial title/s; the dragon queen, the silver dragon, queen of the united kingdoms & the iron throne.

↳ religion; faith of the seven ↳ magical ability; dragon dreams ↳ spoken languages; the common tongue, fluent in high & low valyrian and close to fluent in dothraki ↳ reason for being in sunspear; to join the summit in her own right and in support of her husband

♛ PERSONALITY

↳ type; protagonist (enfj-t) ↳ alignment; chaotic good ↳ star sign; cancer ↳ positives; passionate, charismatic, kindhearted, dutiful, protective ↳ negatives; capricious, emotional, fiery temper, pensive, vigilant

♛ BIOGRAPHY

↳ family lineage.

rhaena was born in king’s landing king maegor and queen victaria, the youngest and only daughter to join the targaryen royal family, sister to the older prince baelor who would one day become king baelor, the third of his name. she had a happy childhood in the capital, one with barely any worries and endless days of being spoiled rotten which only fuelled her already hot temper. despite it, she grew up knowing her role in life, accepting that it was all set in stone for her and that a good marriage was her future. her brother would become king after her father’s death and she would likely wed one of the prospective great lords to strengthen an alliance. in addition to learning to master the traditional duties of a princess and lady, she was also schooled in diplomacy to prepare for her future as the key to an important alliance as well as studying languages. both were requests she proposed herself as she was inspired by the work of her father. she admired his diplomacy, skills and ideas. rhaena grew up idolising her father and brother, she did their bidding without much questioning, although she did have her own opinions about certain things and these were always encouraged by her father. rhaena was the ideal little princess, dutiful, easy to love and eager to please.

not long after her first moonblood, something started to happen to the young woman. she suffered from terrible nightmares that left her terrified and shaken. most of her dreams involved dragons, but they were always falling from great heights, crashing into the ground with such a force it left the whole ground shaking from the impact. these dreams seemed too real for comfort and left her restless, so much so that she started struggling with insomnia as she was afraid to close her eyes and invite the nightmare in. it took a long time before she was told of the nature of dragon dreams and its link with house targaryen. rhaena was upset when she learned her mother had forbidden anyone from teaching her about dragon dreams and the power of them - even though her mother had only forbidden it in order to shield rhaena from the worry such an ability would bring. the princess did indeed start to worry as her dreams could not possibly bode well for house targaryen, that it might be a sign of madness.

although encouraged to travel and see more of the realm, rhaena rarely left king’s landing as she always felt uneasy leaving her home behind. but she dreamed endlessly about the places she had been taught about. the north and its untamed beauty, highgarden with its sweet perfume of roses, both places she had wanted to go as a child. yet she was afraid that if she left king’s landing then somehow house targaryen would fall, that those dreams she had would come true and the dragons would be no more. instead of combatting her fears, she stayed put where she had grown up and tried to enjoy life the same way she had as a child, but the innocence and naivety of the past were long gone.

during her teenage years, she met falhar fanghorn whose father was close to her own and they eventually became more than best friends. they asked the late king to give his blessing for them to wed, but he was hesitant as he felt rhaena could make a better match to a future great lord. however, king maegor did not wish to see his daughter miserable, so he promised her that if she had not found another match by twenty-five, she could marry falhar.

all of that changed with her brother’s unexpected suicide, an apparent consequence of targaryen madness, which led to rhaena’s world crumbling around her. suddenly the planned life she had grown to completely accept disappeared, those dreams of dragons falling from mighty heights that had haunted her for so long came true. she was meant to be the king’s sister, nothing more than that, and she had accepted that fact a long time ago. she suddenly had to adjust to being the heir herself while dealing with her own grief and had to quickly marry in order to keep the peace in the realm which led to her unwanted marriage to arryk lannister, the eldest son of tristifer lannister, the ruling lord of casterly rock. before speaking her vows, her father declared arryk would become the ruling king and she was to be only his wife, the mother of a royal lannister heir.

for a long while, she accepted the power of the realm formally shifting to another house as her house had cast itself from power as a consequence of her brother’s refusal of the throne, she was clever enough to understand that. unlike her brother, she did her duty and married to protect the realm from being torn apart by uprising and war. but during her pregnancy, she started having doubts about the future of the crown, of what name the heirs to come should bear. despite her initial silent acceptance, she still felt very much like a targaryen, she’d much rather wear embroidered dragons than lions on her fine dresses. after all, her husband was only king because of their marriage. had she refused the union the way to the throne for house lannister would have been riddled with war and destruction instead, and victory would never have been a guarantee. as time passed, this became harder for rhaena to accept and it made her feel torn between the house she married into and her house of birth. she had hoped her child would bring her a peace of mind, but once he was brought into the world, she only felt even more divided than before as her son with silver hair and soft features looked the part of a targaryen.

to celebrate the birth of their son and heir, the king and queen invited the nobles of the realm to king’s landing. rhaena worked tirelessly to get their keep, meals and the chambers ready for all the guests. it all went fine for a couple of days, but then trouble with the dothraki meant rhaena had to ride out to their camp and negotiate with them, she succeeded though not without getting hurt in the process. after her blow to the head, she only began having more dragon dreams and becoming more of an insomniac. when the kidnappings began, she was still suffering from the effects of her head wound, but found no time to deal with it as nobles disappeared and kingdoms turned their back on the iron throne, which enraged the queen and brought out that fiery temper, she believed had disappeared with age.

after that, the kidnappings happened to her friends, family and people who had worked with her. the pain of not knowing whether they were alive or dead changed her, she became more ruthless, more convinced the traitors would start a war, not now but in the future, when her son would be the one to deal with it. and then the barrowton starks took her son. despite the fact, aemos survived the ordeal and she did not have to sacrifice her title for his safety, she has been left with deep wounds. she was still licking those wounds when finally all their guests left. she became calmer as she was left alone with her family, although she could be found yearning for the new friends she had made, particularly lord mormont who she formed a strong bond with, but healing slowly began and her wounds turned to scars. unfortunately, these scars were ripped open in the last moon of 505 when she suffered an early miscarriage. she had been traumatised enough to convince herself that she wanted no more children, afraid they would be stolen too and she would have to suffer once more, but once she found out she was with child, she felt nothing but joy. all of that was taken away in an instant as she woke up with blood staining her bed. she locked herself away for a while and only perked up when aemos’ first nameday rolled around soon after.

despite still trying to come to terms with all the horrors she suffered through in the year of 505, she has decided the new year is a fresh start and it will be the year to right everything that has gone wrong.

↳ personality.

rhaena has become quite infamous for her fiery temper lately. some would say her anger is erratic, even speaking of targaryen madness, while others believe it is only the result of passion after suffering injustice and many losses in her life. she is trying to combat this nature, knowing such a reputation could be a dangerous one. but she is more than her anger and a strong sense of what is right and wrong. she is a caring friend, a devoted mother and a queen that is simply trying to what is right for her people, for her family and for the two houses she belongs to.

while dutiful to a fault when she was younger, she is feeling that she is slowly going astray as the scars inflicted upon her soul and the new friends she has made has started to change her as they inspire new sides of her. rhaena has lost so much to duty and she is determined to live more than she did before. after all, doing everything by the book has not granted her anything but treason, hurt and disappointment.

↳ the splitting of the kingdoms.

it took a long time before rhaena accepted the splitting of the kingdoms, in truth she still has not fully accepted it, but after all the guests left king’s landing, she found herself with the peace of mind to properly deal with it.

while she is more open now to negotiations than before, as a consequence of time passing and some of the new royals’ part in rescuing her son, the queen has made it clear that the way the kingdoms split was nothing short of treason. in public, she wishes to use this as a way to negotiate better deals for the kingdoms she rules over alongside her husband as a way for the split kingdoms to pay their debt and she has come to sunspear with that view. but secretly, she is still not dismissing of re-conquering the traitorous kingdoms and her overall ambition is to see them back under the rule of the iron throne, but rhaena has hatched no concrete plans as of yet and has shared her true view with no one but lord fanghorn, the master of war, and her husband. if an opportunity arises in sunspear to go down this path, she might pursue it.

rhaena believes the summit will only end in chaos, which is why she - with the support of her husband - has brought a small army of guards with her to protect her family, ladies-in-waiting, friends and servants.  

♛ CAERELLA TARGARYEN

↳ details; female, twenty-six, born in 480 AC ↳ status; bisexual, single, no children. ↳ faceclaim; sarah gadon. ↳ hails from; dragonstone. ↳ loyalty; house targaryen.

↳ title; lady of house targaryen, lady of dragonstone ↳ religion; faith of the seven. ↳ spoken languages; common tongue. ↳ reason for being in sunspear; traveling with the iron throne.

♛   PERSONALITY

↳ type; true neutral. ↳ alignment; entj. ↳ star sign; leo. ↳ positives; ambitious, intelligent, pragmatic, charismatic, confident. ↳ negatives; cunning, stubborn, guarded, blunt, impulsive.

♛  BIOGRAPHY

↳ family lineage.

caerella grew up at dragonstone as the second born child of the previous ruling lord of dragonstone ( a role now taken by her eldest brother ). being the only girl amongst her siblings, she often felt outcasted in their presence. what could they really have in common? they were preparing to be important players as lords or knights or all of the other things a man in this world could be. caerella, however, was left in the company of her handmaids and ladies in waiting. they were great company, of course, but oh how she wished to be something more than a trophy at some great lord’s side. sometimes she even pictured herself as a queen, however farfetched that idea might’ve been.

visiting king’s landing where her uncle and cousins resided was always a joyous occasion. the hustle and bustle of the capitol was enchanting and caerella never wanted to leave. sure, she loved her home but king’s landing was something else. the red keep was a place built by her ancestors, it always felt right residing within its walls. it was on these trips that she found herself sneaking about, furthering her knowledge of the seven kingdoms by reading history books and even attempting to eavesdrop on meetings she certainly did not need to hear. the young girl had a thirst for knowledge. but still, she played her role as a proper lady. she wore beautiful silks, learned domestic skills, attended dazzling balls and saw proposed suitors. luckily for her, her father fought for matches with only the best of the best. his daughter would not be sent to any lord who asked. he and lord rikken stark, the warden of the north and lord of winterfell, finally came to an agreement shortly after her thirteenth name day that their children would wed when they came of age; his youngest son would wed the targaryen girl. caerella hadn’t known the young man too well, but from what interactions they did have, he was nice enough and certainly handsome. she could lead a happy life, even if it wasn’t the one she truly wanted. about half way into her fourteenth year she began to bleed. this meant that a wedding would come soon and she grew nervous.

then, tragedy struck. the young lord, harrion stark, was killed in a freak accident that resulted in a deadly fall from the top of winterfell’s walls. though not exactly devastated due to her knowing little of him, she was very upset. he was young and didn’t deserve to die as he did. caerella was then left alone, with her father struggling to find another suitable match. this is how she reached the age of twenty-six and remains unwed. there have been discussions of betrothals but nothing has been set in stone as of yet. while idealistically she would like to marry for love, she fully understands that marriages are often political first and foremost. being that she wants to involve herself in these politics, she is open to anything that could put her in a position of power. to say she wouldn’t love a good romance would be untrue but she understands that this isn’t exactly how this world works.

finally, with her father still living but having passed his duties onto her brother due to his less than perfect condition, caerella has tried to wiggle her way in. she tries to show her father that she is intelligent and capable and more importantly, better than her brother. that her being a woman should not mean anything if she is what’s best for their house. her efforts have proven fruitless so far but that doesn’t mean she’ll stop trying.

now, she is trying to play with the big dogs and navigating that space while still playing her part as a dutiful lady.

↳ personality.

caerella is someone who is outgoing and charismatic, someone who doesn’t struggle to strike up and hold conversation. she loves to get to know others while simultaneously keeping her own secrets close to her. she isn’t completely callous and will listen and help those she cares for but she isn’t opposed to using secrets to get ahead ( but more likely those of people she doesn’t know well ). she is sometimes idealistic and gets caught up in what could be rather than what currently is which causes for distraction from her goals. she also sets herself up for frustration and disappoint because of this. deep down, she is somewhat of a romantic. to be a queen with a loving husband and king, ruling side by side, that would be a dream. she tries to approach life realistically, but as said before, sometimes becomes to idealistic. she is very opinionated and can be stubborn when others try to challenge her thoughts or beliefs. she is working on keeping those opinions to herself in order to be more level-headed and diplomatic, like any good leader ( like the one she wants to be ) should be.

↳ the splitting of the kingdoms.

she is traveling alongside the king and queen of the iron throne as a lady of house targaryen. she understands that the division of the kingdoms has completely changed the game. it has sparked the ambition in her to become more than a noble lady. being a woman, especially one of a house like hers, she has– until this point– been told to focus on the fact that she must marry a man of another great house and produce beautiful, noble children. this concept has been drilled into her since she was born and while she had fantastical dreams of being something more, she had to tell herself that it would only ever be a fantasy. since the split, though, she’s starting to wonder if that’s all she can be. maybe this conflict could be her opportunity to seize power instead of waiting to marry a man and bear children to prove her worth. now in sunspear, she’s familiarizing herself more with the politics of westeros. this is making her more and more ambitious, and she’s beginning wonder if she, too, can play the game of thrones. secretly, she is starting to wish that she could one day be a ruling queen. right now, though, she’d settle for ruling lady of dragonstone– believing her brother to be an inferior ruler. from what she has gathered, she doesn’t really expect the summit to fix a whole lot. if by some chance it were to, it would come at a great cost. she has never been to dorne before and has been marveling at its beauty since her arrival.

♛   FALHAR FANGHORN

↳ details; male, 30. (b. 475AC) ↳ status; fluid, unmarried, no children. ↳ faceclaim; sean teale ↳ hails from; sharp point, the crownlands. ↳ loyalty; house targayen of dragonstone, the crown.

↳ title; master of war, lord of sharp point ↳ religion; the faith of the seven ↳ spoken languages; common tongue, high valyrian, basic dothraki, basic asshai’i, low valyrian dialects; braavosi, myrish, lyense, lorath, pentoshi ↳ reason in kings landing; joined the kings council at the beginning of 505AC

♛   PERSONALITY

↳ type; ISFJ-T/The Defender ↳ alignment; lawful evil. ↳ star sign; gemini. ↳ positives; loyal, highly intelligent, reasonable, passionate ↳ negatives; temperamental, cocky, rigid, relentless, restless, combative

♛     BIOGRAPHY

↳ family lineage.

One thing Falhar knew growing up, from birth into adulthood, was an intense patriotism for his crown. House Targaryen was the roots of his house, House Fanghorn would never have existed if not for the Silver Khaleesi; Daenerys Stormborn. As the son of a Westerosi historian and a wealthy Braavosi noblewoman, perhaps he was destined to have a broad understanding of the world.

His father, Topher Fanghorn prior to inheriting Sharp Point, was a Westerosi traveler who wrote many books reporting and documenting the history, myths, fables and tales of near every Great House and many of their banners - he’d traveled even as far as Castle Black and spoken to some of the Free Folk. Before settling down with a Braavosi woman he met on travels abroad Topher already had many books in print within the Crownlands and two in consideration by the Maesters of The Conclave of The Citadel.

Falhar was born in 475AC, four years after Topher and his mother, Venniah, were wed. He was the first of four children born to the happy and still wanderlust-filled couple, but Falhar was perhaps the most tenacious of them all, as he grew he became dogged in his demands to learn more and know more. He badgered his Septas and Septons and Maesters and mother and father for more information beyond his lessons, he hotly debated army movements of battles long since in the past, even challenging his father to a back-and-forth or two over historical events and how they had played out - breaking down the faults and flaws. Topher was prouder than any parent could be and called him a ‘true intellect’… his mother rolled her eyes as he made himself a book fort to hide inside and avoid bedtime, before chasing him and his siblings into their cots with rapid-fire Braavosi rolling of her tongue.

He was delighted at age seventeen when his father Lord Topher finally invited him to join his father in a visit to the capital. Falhar was beyond excited to speak with Grand Maester Aelthelmure - who’s literature he had read and admired, and curious to see the sights of the Great Sept of Baelor Genocide, The Dragonpits, where the Battle of The Blackwater took place… he was positively thrilled. However, his most prominent excitement was the fact that he would be seeing his uncle Canneth, his fathers elder brother who had forsaken his lands and title many, many years ago to join the Kingsguard of King Maegor Targaryen and eventually proudly assumed mantle of Lord Commander. Falhar was a razor sharp book-smart mind, but he was also fairly well trained in sword and shield and spear, enough so he would not make a fool of himself or be left vulnerable, and so looked forward to picking up some tips from his uncle.

It was then that he met Princess Rhaena, King Maegors daughter, who at the time was fourteen, and Prince Jaerys Targaryen who was the heir of the Seven Kingdoms. Initially he paid no mind to prince and princess, his father reminding him not to make a fool of himself and pick a fight as he could often be known for when he became passionate, but as time wore on he found himself crossing paths with Princess Rhaena more often. It seemed she saw and spoke with the Grand Maester often, and he saw her with her nose buried in thick books written well before either of them were born. Eventually a tentative friendship was struck up, and when he returned to Sharp Point they exchanged semi-frequent letters recommending books, sharing facts, sometimes just complaining about their respective siblings. Twelve months later, he relocated to the capital in order to pursue a tutelage under a High Valyrian language teacher, and he reconnected with Princess Rhaena in person once again.

Over the next four years Falhar and Rhaena became fast friends, to the delight of Lord Topher, Lord Commander Canneth and, honestly, Falhar himself. A familial relationship with House Targaryen was something highly prized by House Fanghorn… and then it was more than a friendship. He wasn’t sure when and how it changed, but one day it did and it was fantastic; they could talk freely, debate, be in comfortable silence with each other, and whilst Prince Jaerys learned to become a King, Falhar decided that he had found where he wanted to be. He asked for the Princess’s hand on her eighteenth nameday, but King Maegor told him that he believed they were too young, and he was not from a Great House - which is what he believed his daughter deserved, and Falhar was turned away. However it was made clear that if they both still wished to wed when Rhaena reached her twenty-fifth nameday, they would have King Maegor’s blessing and encouragement to do so.

The two young sweethearts, while dejected by the response from the King, continued to court in their own innocent sort of way; stolen kisses in the corner and love letters enough to create a book, silly hopes and dreams for a simple future of happiness and the pursuit of knowledge. After his studies were completed in High Valyrian, and also after copying out and studying the previous battle plans of all the great conflicts that had taken place in and around the Red Keep, which after over 500 years had never been breached. Both Falhar and the princess knew that waiting 7 years whilst doing nothing else would be a waste of time, and when there was nothing left for Falhar to study in the capital he knew he would have to go back home. So in the interim, Falhar relocated himself back to Sharp Point and continue on his studies under his father, who was still actively a Westerosi historian and also deeply desired to school his eldest son in how Sharp Point should be run as Falhar would one day inherit the seat.

Since he was born, he and his siblings had raised been multi-lingual with Braavosi and the Common Tongue used freely and interchangeably, but Falhar had gone further, even outstripping his father by the time he was twenty-four. His list of known languages was longer than any in his family, and whilst sometimes they jested that he had filled his head with nonsense, he loved it with a passion. Common tongue, High Valyrian, basic Dothraki, basic Asshai’i, the Low Valyrian dialects of obviously Braavosi - but he also studied Myrish, Lyense, Lorath and the Pentoshi variations, as well as being able to read some of the Old Tongue after coming across documents regarding the First Men and The Nights Watch’s discoveries. He was truly overqualified to be a Lord, but he hoped to be a historian and author as his father had been as well as fulfilling his duties as as the eldest son. He even at one point debated joining the Small Council under King Maegor, but decided against it in favour of taking time to travel across The Narrow Sea and gather more life experience before he would have to take the helm at Sharp Point.

He expressed his intentions to Rhaena, and despite his reluctance to add more distance between them, they both hoped to keep their future plans and hopes alive via letter as they had done as younger adolescence. It was just before his own 25th nameday when he set sail from the port Sharp Point for his mothers homeland of Braavos. His mastery of multiple languages and dialects seerved him well in the Free Cities, though friends he made on his travels during the first half year continuously poked at him for his Westerosi accent. After having been in Essos for nearly a year documenting the various warlords and liberators that had successfully ravaged places across the non-Westerosi side of the world Falhar began to make a name for himself in the rings of some of the most wealthy and popularly sought after sellswords, such as the Second Sons and some slave-owners of large wings of Unsullied soldiers. He began a business in the art of advising battle plans and movements for various military groups, ranging from small groups of men no more than a dozen, to sailors and their fighting crews, to the great horde of the Second Sons and wealthy men and women paid him to devise various plans for the soldiers loyal to noble houses in the various Free Cities.

It was a strange moment when, a time later as Falhar prepared to permanently return to Westeros within the week he heard - in quick succession that in Westeros the Prince and heir Jaerys had stepped down and apparently disappeared, Princess Rhaena was to be Queen, she would have suitors and marry soon. Within the fortnight he had stepped foot on Westerosi soil again, docked in Sharp Point after several years abroad when… stunningly his father informed him with disdain that King Maegor would in fact wed his daughter to the eldest Lannister lord, not a Targaryen loyal. Ultimately not broken by the marriage despite his hopes from his youth, as he was a loyal supporter of House Targaryen under all circumstances, he wrote letters to the now Queen Rhaena in support of her and her new reign, and when it was revealed that King Maegor, who he admired so much, had bent the knee to House Lannister and ended the Targaryen royal reign - Falhar promised her that, as always, House  Fanghorn would remain loyal to House Targaryen and to Dragonstone.

When word came that King Maegor had passed, and Falhar expressed his grief for his death (despite his frustrations at the man’s decision to demote his own daughter) and offered his comforts to the queen, and life went on at Sharp Point as he sent his congratulations when Rhaena told him of her pregnancy. It may have been that event that prompted him, because in the months following, Falhar began arrangements for a marriage of his own so he could have his own children and experience that kind of joy. Between his writing, collaborative efforts with his father Lord Topher, h reached out to his friend in the crown to see if she knew of any suitable candidates that he might consider for marriage, obviously wanting his liege-lord and lifelong friend’s input and blessinng. When Rhaena responded, however, it was not what he was expecting. She had given birth, and it was a healthy fair-haired boy to be named Aemos… but that was not what surprised him - Queen Rhaena wanted him to come back to the capital once more, to put his mind to work as Master of War on the Small Council so she would have a loyal ally to House Targaryen close to home.

Falhar was taken aback - but as he considered he realized he may have found a golden opportunity. Lord Topher and Lady Venniah were both still youthful in good health, and his younger brother could step up should the worst happen. And, in all truthfulness, Falhar yearned for a way to put all his jealously hoarded knowledge of history, battles, fables, languages and even cultures to use. He no longer had his business in Essos, and this felt as though he was only elevating himself and his House’s standing. Within the week he had consented, and within the next turn of the moon he was moving to Kings Landing with a chair at the table of the Small Council.

↳ personality.

For the vast majority of the time Falhar is a relatively even and balanced individual… it takes a bit to grate on his nerves - however there are a few topics that will always illicit a reaction of varying degree of passion; such as insulting the Queen, House Fanghorn, House Targaryen and questions of his loyalty and intelligence. He is steadfast and open in his allegiances and loves a healthy debate, with a genuine appreciation for all cultures and customs. He applies his knowledge in the most effective ways, and is not afraid to speak his mind.

For the other quarter of the time when he has been irritated or is lacking sleep, Falhar is a snappy and temperamental character. He can become arrogant in his knowledge as he knows he has the proof to back up his claims and is aware that he can fly off the handle in arguments and debates.

↳ lannisters ruling.

The last time he was in the Capital, though he continued to correspond fairly often with the queen, was for the wedding. He did not attend the funeral for the late King Maegor as his youngest sibling had fallen ill and his parents attended on House Fanghorn’s behalf. As to be expected from any Targaryen loyal, he is deeply unhappy that the Lion banners swing in the Throne Room and while he doesn’t think the Lion King is a fool - he wholeheartedly believes that Rhaena would be a much better ruler, and when it comes down to the final moment - his loyalty will always be to her, House Targaryen and his family.