theladyofhimring: (Obi Wan)
Fandom: ASoIaF
Character: Rhaella Targaryen
Disclaimer: All ASoIaF belongs to Martin, no money made, no ownership claimed.

Rhaella is no stranger to the birthing bed, and she has had difficult births, losses and good births, but this feels different. She is alone, not a single of her ladies is besides her, only the Maester and midwife to assist her. They keep trying to reassure her, all is well, they say. But she feels odd. She feels different down to the marrow.

She knows the pains must happen, but these she feels like they are killing her. She is in too much pain and she feels weak. She feels under a mental fog too, she can barely register anything that the Maester tells her and her vision is blurry with pain and unshead tears.

And she is so afraid.

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Apr. 9th, 2017 10:05 pm
theladyofhimring: (Visenya)
 Fandom: ASoIaF
Pairing: None
Prompt: ASoIaF's Kink Meme. Prompt here: Rhaella, 28.
Disclaimer: All ASoIaF belongs to Martin, I gain nothing for this fanwork.
Word Count: 628
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. All comments are welcome, thank you! Italics are Rhaella's thoughts.

It is well past midnight and she finds herself wide awake. Sleep has been eluding her since before she left King's Landing, ever since the moment young Brandon Stark had charged into the city shouting for her son to face him.

Oh Rhaegar, what have you done?

She wondered in which way had she gone wrong. Had she missed any signs? Had Rhaegar inherited the infamous madness of House Targaryen? Had he been so unhappy in his marriaged that just one look at a girl for him to stray?

Did I failed you Rhaegar? Did that trice damned witch cursed us all?

She had begged her grandfather for his help, to forbid the marriage between Aerys and herself, and yet, he washed his hands of the affair and her father -curse him to the seven hells- did as he pleased and now, they were reaping what they had sown.

Maybe, just maybe, if Aerys had married Joanna Lannister and she had been allowed to follow her heart, this would not be happening. Maybe she would have more children, maybe Aerys would not be mad, maybe Rhaegar had not done what he did.

She closed her eyes and laid a gentle hand on her stomach. This child was restless, it was moving at all hours, how different from Rhaegar and her other children it was. Live, she prayed, live child.

She felt tears prickling at her eyes and a sob make its way to her throat. She wanted to cry and rage and destroy. She wanted fire, she was a dragon, where was her fire?

Oh Rhaegar, my sweet boy, why?

How it had come to this, she would only know once Rhaegar told her his reasons. She hoped that her son would survive, that her cousin stilled his hand.

She felt hopeless, she could do nothing and the knowledge was killing her. Why had Rhaegar not seek her help? She was his mother, she would have thought of something, help him in some way. Maybe dissuade him of not taking the Lady Stark.

Of all the Ladies, he had picked the one betrothed to a Baratheon. Did Rhaegar forget what had happened the last time House Targaryen broke a betrothal with House Baratheon? Did he forgot about The Laughing Storm?

The Gods damn that tourney. Did the Gods where so displeased with House Targaryen that now were acting against them?

You have a wife, my child, Elia. Why did you wrong her?

Her thoughts turned to poor Elia, trapped in King's Landing as nothing more than a glorified hostage against Dorne and Rhaegar's good behavior. Her sweet grandchildren trapped with a mad man set on destroying those who opposed him, she prayed that the Gods would keep them safe.

She was terrified, there was no denying it. And hoped against hope that Rhaegar would emerge victorious, that peace would be restored. But something deep down in her gut told her it would not be so easy.

Her husband was too far gone into madness to accept peace. And Rhaegar? Well, his actions had been the trigger of it all. What would happen to them? She was terrified. How could Rhaegar fix his actions?

What could he offer to Houses Stark, Baratheon and Arryn for them to cease the war? Her mind was empty and knew that there was nothing to offer. Aerys had killed two Starks and demanded a third's head; he had killed Lord Arryn's heir and demanded Robert's head too. And Dorne, while loyal -if only for Elia and her children's sake- would not look kindly on  her son's actions either.

Oh my son, why did you break the peace? How can we get it back?
But she knew that peace would only come with death. 



Apr. 6th, 2017 03:13 pm
theladyofhimring: (Default)
 Fandom: ASoIaF
Disclaimer: All ASoIaF belongs to Martin, no money made, no ownership claimed
Words: 466
Characters: Rhaella Targaryen
Prompt: From the Valar-Morkinks meme. Round 12
Note: I messed with the timeline a little so it worked better.

There is not much to do on Dragonstone and, even if there was, no one would ask it of her. She is the Queen and she's pregnant, so all servants and maids treat her with the utmost respect, always ready to do her bidding, her only responsibility is to look after Viserys.

And that idleness will be the death her, she thinks. War rages and she has no way of knowing how it goes. It's a complete torture to be unable to know, her son is fighting, her gooddaughter a hostage in all but name, her little grandchildren with their mother in the hands of a monster. She only has Viserys for comfort.

She prays, it's the only thing she can do now. She kneels in the Sept and begs the Mother for wisdom and strength, the Warrior to guide her son and those loyal to House Targaryen. And she prays daily, every morning after breaking their fast, while Viserys is attending to his studies with the Maester, she prays. Begs even.

And she's on the Sept when the letter arrives. And she feels herself crumble, it is only her ladies in waiting that prevent her from hitting the floor. Her baby, her Rhaegar is dead. And she weeps and hugs herself and screams. Her boy is gone, she will never see him again, will never hear him play the harp, will never hear his voice nor see him smile that little smile of hers.

That night she sleeps with Viserys and she holds him tight to her chest.

Her days pass in a fog, she goes through the motions because she has to. But feels empty and lost. She starts to knit a baby blanket, this baby of her will have need of it, and she prays to the Mother that her baby lives. She already lost one, she cannot loose another in such a short time.

She wonders the gardens and knits there, she holds onto hope of a daughter. A baby girl to care for and spoil. And so, the months pass and her due date comes closer.

And then, a second letter arrives.

Her husband is dead. Killed by Jaime Lannister. And her breath catches in her throat, and feels something bubbling inside of her. And she does not cry. She has no tears to spare for that monster. And then it happens. She lets out a breath and giggles. And her giggles turn into chuckles and then full on laughter.

And she laughs for the first time in what she feels is an eternity. She laughs so hard she cries, and even though they may be loosing the war, she feels like she just gained her freedom. And she feels joy.


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