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)
Astris had led her to the doors of the brothel, assuring that she would stand guard from the outside. She had not yet entered, however the smells of perfume had already reached her nose.
Admittedly, Rhaella had not planned this far. What would she even ask when she finally laid eyes on the woman?
Briefly, she felt for her dagger, still in its place. It would be hard to kill in a small space such as this, but not impossible.
Upon entering, the sounds of laughter and moans filled her ears. It was an unsightly scene, causing her face to heat up.
Averting her eyes to the floor, she made her way to the front counter. Although her hair was covered, Rhaella highly doubted anyone here would know her from eyes alone.
"Are you lost, girl?" A woman said to her. Rhaella looked at her for a moment before averting her eyes to one of the dancers. A silver golden-haired girl holding fabric fans over her naked body.
A pretty girl by all accounts, Rhaella found it particularly hard to look away.
"I'd like to see Madame Sylvie," Rhaella said, placing some coins on the table.
The woman looked at her, as if assessing her looks.
"If it is work you are looking for,you could stand to do better." The woman said,taking a hand to Rhaella's face, causing her to lean back for fear of her hair being discovered.
"It's not for work," Rhaella stated bluntly. The woman raised a brow, taking her hand away.
"So you are one of those?" She said, gesturing for Rhaella to follow. "Coin is coin I suppose."
Rhaella followed the woman through the sea of naked people doing less than savory things. It was not as if she was a maiden,but her experience paled in comparison to the things her eyes laid upon.
