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18 (Born 23 AC)
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[center][color=bc8dbf][b]Description & Biography:[/b][/color][/center]
[indent]The beautiful but mercurial first daughter of the king, first grandchild of the Conquerer, knew a life of comfort and ease. She had been a shy child, more likely to be found hiding behind her mother’s skirts than playing with the little noble girls her mother arranged to be her friends. People terrified her, but none more than her Uncle Maegor. Her great-aunt Visenya was only barely a close second in being able to send the child scurrying for cover. Where people failed her, animals brought out a boldness. From the time she could walk she would wander the Aegonfort with a small procession of cats and scruffy puppies following in her wake. She was gifted an exotic talking bird for her sixth nameday, a bird that eventually learned to curse at courtiers and nobles in High Valyrian. When she was just nine though, her world shifted significantly when she bonded with the young dragon she came to call Dreamfyre. It was as if part of her had finally been awaken, emboldened. 

Rhaena soon formed close relationships, in particular with Samantha Stokeworth. The girls became inseparable as they grew into their adolescence. The Princess became known for a fierce loyalty to family and friends, though she still shrank in Maegor or Visenya’s presence. She had barely made it through her first moon’s blood when her mother confessed at last that at one time she had been intended to wed Maegor. The truth sent her into a fit and she spent the night sobbing in bed. Samantha, Melyssanthi, and Aegon spent the night consoling her. Though she loved all her siblings, it was Melys and Aegon who were nearly always found in each other’s company; some whispered of them as the new three headed dragon. But the trio was too often accompanied by Samantha, her arms and fingers laced through Rhaena’s, their heads bent in quiet whispers and giggles. 

Not long after Rhaena and Aegon were informed they would be wed when Aegon was of age. Neither saw fit to despair or dispute it. Though Rhaena had realized she had little interest in men, she was the eldest of her father’s children and their blood’s tradition required a simple sacrifice. Still, one night as they discussed their future, the princess confessed all to her brother. They would marry, the gods would take pity on her and give her two sons in quick succession, but then she begged to no longer be needed in his bed. Her brother quickly agreed, he could not ever force her to be who she was not. They each would do their duty but no more. 

When Aegon was declared to be of age in 41AC, they were wed. Rhaena knew of the discontent regarding the marriage but naively brushed it aside. Maegor had angered the Faith and the people for taking a second wife, but to secure a stable rule, they needed a stable bloodline. The Westerosi would come to see that in time, she was certain of it. And her father was so beloved by the people, surely any grumblings would pass quickly. 

The reality of the situation made itself apparent far too quickly. Rhaena and Aegon were wed and sent out to visit their realm in celebration. She had been barred from riding Dreamfyre as her husband had yet to claim his own dragon. She had been despondent at first until both Samantha and a new favorite friend, Alayne Royce, reminded her it meant more time together. Aegon had not even blinked at his wife’s request to have both women accompany them, day and night. Yet, as the days and weeks wore on it became readily apparent just how unforgivable Westeros found their union to be. The foursome found fewer moments to laugh, grew more fearful with each days’ travel. There was a deepness to the anger, a danger to the judging eyes. It was no longer a question of it but of when it would spill over to violence. 

 
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