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Characters: daenora targaryen; the green dragon
Verses: house of the dragon // asoiaf // game of thrones
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Genre: Drama, Fantasy, Medieval, Psychological,
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Here's the smell of blood still.

Look like the innocent flower,

Trope(s): Lawful Neutral, Driven by Envy, Pฬถฬถฬถaฬถฬถฬถtฬถฬถฬถrฬถฬถฬถiฬถฬถฬถcฬถฬถฬถiฬถฬถฬถdฬถฬถฬถeฬถฬถฬถ,ฬถ ฬถBฬถฬถฬถiฬถฬถฬถgฬถฬถฬถ ฬถฬถฬถBฬถฬถฬถrฬถฬถฬถoฬถฬถฬถtฬถฬถฬถhฬถฬถฬถeฬถฬถฬถrฬถฬถฬถ ฬถฬถฬถAฬถฬถฬถtฬถฬถฬถtฬถฬถฬถrฬถฬถฬถaฬถฬถฬถcฬถฬถฬถtฬถฬถฬถiฬถฬถฬถoฬถฬถฬถnฬถฬถฬถ,ฬถ Suppressed Rage, Fille Fatale, Lady Macbeth
Born in late 114 AC, an hour after her twin Daeron, Daenora was the youngest of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryenโ€™s children. She was a gregarious child with more interest in dragons and socializing than learning the tedious duties of a princess. Often she was histrionic, with a clear hunger for approval. Her impulsive antics came to a head one night when her unseemly actions toward her brother Aegon caused her queen mother to contemplate sending her away.



Daenora spent her later years building herself up to be the epitome of a Targaryen lady. An accomplished dragonrider, fluent in High Valyrian, knowledgeable in politics, but it was all for naught. Even if she could reach this impossible level of perfection, she would still never be the daughter of her fatherโ€™s greatest love.



She maintained a pleasant relationship with all her siblings, save for Rhaenyra, whom she had always seen as a competitor for her fatherโ€™s limited affection. For this reason, it was no surprise when she fully supported her older brotherโ€™s reign despite their weakened relationship.

But be the serpent underneath.

All perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

Fair is foul, foul is fair


Name: Daenora Targaryen

Year Of Birth: 114 AC

Birthplace: King's Landing

Current Location: King's Landing

Dragon: Elaerys (a small female dragon with emerald scales and black eyes)

Parent(s): Alicent Hightower (Mother) and Viserys Targaryen (Father),

Sibling(s): Rhaenyra, Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron Targaryen

Spouse: None

Temperament: Choleric/Melancholy

Height: 5'6"

Hair color: White

Eye color: Blue/Lavender

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๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ.

Jun 30th 2023 - 10:30 PM



D A E M O N T A R G A R Y E Nย 
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Dec 26th 2022 - 9:10 PM


He wanted to get out of the dirt and kick Aemond until he was forced off him by Ser Criston or some other moron in the yard. If he was confident in his ability to get Aemond into a position to be kicked, he mightโ€™ve attempted it. As it was, the smaller boy was weak; his forehead bled from a gash from the training sword, and all the young boy could do was sit there.

Daenoraโ€™s watchful gaze made him even more embarrassed; he wanted to impress her, even at ten-and-three. Especially at ten-and-three. His twin wanted a warrior โ€” a future king. What was he? Small, sullen, and bleeding. She doted on him nonetheless, though that was at least partially a scheme to get away from her Septa for the afternoon. He didnโ€™t mind.

The moment they reached the Weirwood, he collapsed against the roots with her, his arm remaining around her shoulders. Her silver curls draped around them, filling his nose with the familiar sweet smell of her perfume, violet gaze watching her get comfortable. Blood had tried to his face, matting his own silver ringlets to his forehead. Stupid Aemond.

โ€œI need to get better at fighting. I bleed too much,โ€ he grumbled, his free hand moving to touch the tender skin of his forehead. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Stupid and embarrassing. โ€œThough these visits to the Maester tend to be fun,โ€ he joked, dropping his head against hers as he stared up at the red leaves moving in the soft wind above them.
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Dec 25th 2022 - 7:47 AM



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Dec 1st 2022 - 12:08 AM


I intended to kill him anyway. It'll be slow now.
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Nov 30th 2022 - 11:33 PM


WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOUR FACE
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Nov 24th 2022 - 12:55 AM


ย 
Blacks or Greens, Aegon or whatever the woman's name was, it made no matter to him. Ironborn would do as Ironborn were meant to do. Aegon's Hand had offered him an admiralty. Master of ships. He'd laughed. He was already master of the Iron fleet, and without the chains that come with bowing to a king. The Black Prince had asked him to kill their enemies. So he did. Because killing was as second nature to him as sailing. Blood and screams were mother's milk and her familiar night songs.

So he chose Black.

The Westerlands had chosen Green, and that had been a mistake because they were a land rich in silver and gold, women and fineries of all kinds. They had ships as well, though they were not men made for the sea, so The Red Kraken burned their slow and heavy ships. The Westerlands boasted weak mean, and their women were soft and smelled sweet, so they killed and welcomed the women who threw themselves at them. Johanna Lannister herself could do nothing but bar them from Casterly Rock and allow the rest of her husband's lands to burn.

It was at Faircastle when the dragon landed at the castle gates, and he decided to change from Black to Green. The Westerlands had been near exhausted anyway. New opportunities and a pretty new salt wife for his trouble.

A dragon wife.

So the Ironborn set their sights on the Riverlands instead, and returned to Pyke with the wealth of house Frey. "Our ships can barely hold what we've taken already," he laughed at the look in his new wife's eye. "The Rivermen put up just slightly more of a fight than the Lion's on the Rock." He dropped a small chest of golden chains and rings at her feet. "For my beloved wives," he bowed deeply to her scorn. Upon rising, his smile was gone. "You look unhappy," he raised a hand to stroke her cheek in disingenuous concern. "Have you been mistreated in my absence?"

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Nov 22nd 2022 - 1:56 PM


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Most people have a fear the darkness and night but Astrea always felt like she thrived within the shadows. People fear what they cannot see often times while the young Dayne found comfort within it. Comfort in knowing harm was hard to come by when you hid under the protection of the blackness.ย 

As she and the young princess emerged from the mouth of tunnels and into the city streets she mused over where it had taken them. Right in the heart of Flea Bottom.

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Epicenter of what some would call the infection of Kingslanding.

ย 

Sure the castle had its secretsโ€ฆBut never would she had known the castle had its secret passages until Daenora told her so. This information could prove to be critical knowledge indeed.

ย 

Much like her white haired counterpart Astrea would look and peer around them, her eye catching sight of Daenoraโ€™s hood slipping back , silken stray curls threatening to shine in the torch light as her hand quickly moved over and tugged it over her head once more. She tugged a bit harder than she might if they were amongst nobles, Astrea felt more playful whenever it was just the two of them.ย 

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She smirked played across her features as she followed her over to a tavern they cute into and stroke over to the table in the corner.

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Astrea was a creature of observation, first thing she noticed was Daenoraโ€™s shoulders- how they were tensed, โ€œEaseโ€ฆI promise, the scariest thing in the room presently is myself.โ€ย 

She tapped Dawnโ€™s hilt with her index finger, before taking Daenoraโ€™s hand the other.ย 

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Her fingertips are like ice.

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Without hesitation she cupped her hand within her own. โ€œThey put on plays here you know. Believe it or not theyโ€™re not that bad.โ€ She looked up into Daenoraโ€™s eyes, searching them as if trying to read her mind. She then gave the bar maid a nod as she placed the ale in front of them.ย 

โ€œIf you donโ€™t like it give it to me and order yourself some wine.โ€

๐ƒ๐‘๐€๐†๐Ž๐ ๐๐‹๐Ž๐Ž๐ƒ.

Nov 12th 2022 - 8:29 PM


Purple hues rested on his sister's as they argued over the ants, his fingers curled around the blueberry treat offered by the only person in the world who truly mirrored his soul. She was distracted, as she usually was when their other brothers were around, but he tried not to let it bother him.

He failed.

Daeron had heard her words about challenging himself, which was why it was not Jacaerys he approached with his sparring sword. His brown-haired nephew was hardly a competitor. In fact, Daeron considered a friend more than anything โ€” something his father broadly took credit for, deciding his call to have the boys share a wet nurse was to blame. Maybe he was correct.

He had no such bond with Aemond, which was who he approached with the metallic weapon gripped firmly within shaking fingers. His older brother grinned wickedly, and though Daeron was able to put up a fight long enough to actively irritate the soldier, things ultimately ended with him, back in the dirt, staring up at the blue skies above as Criston Cole scolded the older prince for going so hard on his younger brother.

"I don't need any of your pity," the preteen spat, a mouthful of blood following into the sand as he took his position atop his feet again. He glanced nervously towards Daenora and Helaena before taking his position again, both hands gripping the handle despite the practice weapon being far from a longsword. It wasn't even a bastard blade, but that mattered little to him.

He could feel the amusement radiating off Aemond, but before his older brother could teach him another thing or two about how to fight, Daeron was being instructed to stand to the side and watch before he lost a tooth. He did just that, his back a few inches away from his sisters as he stood stoic, blood dripping down his face as he watched the brother he longed to be effortlessly dance across the training yard.
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