Rhaella Targaryen was born in Pentos in 117AC. She is the youngest daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Lady Laena Velaryon.
The strange one, they called her. And strange indeed she was.
Black OC x Aemond Targaryen(mainly)
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THERE WERE EXACTLY THREE THINGS ASTRIS ENJOYED.
She loved to decorate herself with dresses fashioned from Pentoshi velvets. Jewelry that sparkled in the sun always drew her eye-- And when she found the time, her bed would often be warmed by the company of a comley woman.
Astris adjusted the serving maid's clothes to her body. The material was quite ill-fitting and scratchy. There surely were many other ways for her to go about this, however her lady commanded her to be inconspicuous.
Rhaella Targaryen could be quite dull, but only sometimes. Astris's pale cheeks flushed at the thought of her--Quite conniving, Lady Rhaella was, it was perhaps one of her favorite things about the Targaryen girl.
The gargles of a woman brought Astris out of her trance. She looked down to her feet, a sickly hand gripping the fabrics of her dress.
The real serving maid, one whom she had whisked away to one of the cellars was currently choking to death. Astris initially thought to use a dagger, but Rhaella had stressed the importance of not making a mess.
And while the blood would've been an inconvenience, witchery does not set in so quickly.
