My dumbass a few days ago: let’s make more muses and threads even tho i have like 8 drafts and school coming up
Yeah. Sounds great!
Me now: Fuck my life
Rhaegar had heard word of his brother Viserys Targaryen and his life in Essos, raising his sister all alone as he himself had been brought back from the brink of death by a Red Priestess who had nursed him to full health herself. He’d been told that he had in fact died but he remembered nothing of any kind of after life. There had been breath and life in him and the next, nothing.
He traveled for a while, picking up on trails of his siblings after hearing about how Robert Baratheon seized the throne despite there being a legal and rightful heir to the throne, a child no less one he thought they would have used to their advantage as they had used his father’s illness. Jaime Lannister had killed his own father and while he had been sad to hear it, he knew that even if he himself had claimed the throne his father would have been dealt with in a similar fashion wither by his own hands or not.
Both Elia and Lyanna were dead, their children were dead as well. So much death and heartbreak and he was the cause of all of it. He had found his way to Pentos and came across an Illyrio Mopatis who had taken in his siblings and told him of their whereabouts and what he had heard about them since and once again heartache and guilt found it’s way to fill Rhaegar’s heart.
He traveled for months to get to Pentos and would have to make his way to where she’d last been seen which was Vaes Dothrak and once he did he was able to pick up on a lead to where they might have been, least a very basic understanding as he tried to pick up some of the Dothraki language. He could see a fire ahead of him thats when Rhaegar saw what looked like a funeral pyre and he watched as some Dothraki left and he felt compelled to stay as he heard one of the Dothraki mention Khal Drogo. So this was it! This was his sisters Khalassar, at last!
He found no sight of a woman matching his family apperance until he saw a man who looked to be Westerosi and sure enough he was. This Ser Jorah didn’t seem to like him very much but Rhaegar felt the feeling was mutaul and stated he was a sellsword from Lys looking to join with a great Khalassar and as he was interagated by the knight the fire had died down and in the ashes was a young woman and three baby dragons.
Rhaegar felt his heart stop as he looked at her, she looked so much like their mother that he stumbled close to her eventually falling to his knees looking at her with an expression of bewilderment and awe that she had survived being in the fire. “Daenerys…” He whispered, still shocked that he wasn’t alone in the world, that there was another Targaryen and that maybe there was a chance they could reclaim what was theirs.
“In the privacy of just us, yes. But, I suppose I should look presentable if i’m too leave this room” Rhaegar gave a soft sigh as his mind was soon filled with thoughts he knew he would have to act on sooner than later. “Lyanna, you should write to your family” Rhaegar knew they had left abruptly, he was sure there must have been rumors going about already about the two of them. He just hoped that there was enough time to get things set in motion, namely getting rid of his father on the throne.
“Let them know that you are safe and well and I shall write to Tywin Lannister if it’s not too late to gain his support” He kissed her cheek and smiled lovingly at her, embracing her for a moment wishing they could just live out their days here but he also knew the longer his father sat on the throne and went further into madness the worse it would be for everyone.
Rhaegar has taken over as the top muse today so replies will be from him mostly unless any of the other muses are really feeling it
Stop saying the dwarves of Khazad Dum ‘dug too greedily and too deep’ DWARVES DIG. IT’S WHAT THEY DO. I did’t see any of you popping over to let Durin VI know that he’s on top of a Balrog, how was anyone supposed to know! Saying it was ‘too deep’ or ‘too greedy’ is just Sindar propaganda, as if yall weren’t super content to sit pretty and huff weed in Menegroth while everyone else did the heavy lifting. Maybe if you’d done ANYTHING during the first age there wouldn’t BE a balrog under there in the fIRST PLACE!!! EVER THINK OF THAT? CELEBORN?
The camps were never too close to the battles but always within earshot.
Close enough to give her nightmares about Robb falling in battle.
Close enough for a Lannister spy to find them if they looked hard enough.
“You claim to wish to help my son yet you skulk around this camp like a thief.” He didn’t sound northern- that was enough reason for most of the guards to distrust him. Save the men Edmure and Brynden had brought most of the Northern Army was just that. No wonder he’d been dragged to her tent.
“You’re not of a Northern house, nor one of my father’s bannermen’s.”
“No, Your Ladyship I am not. I’m from the South. Can Southerners not join a side they think is the right one to be on? Or are we condemned for being born and raised in the wrong area?” Rhaegar questioned Catelyn “What proof do you need to see that I am not a spy My Lady?”
He had very few things left on him that would prove he was who he said he was, but he was willing to show them to her and that’s when he moved his cloak away from his dark colored chest plate to revel the broken rubies one of the only things he had kept on him through the years, most everything else had been sold to get food and shelter and make sure his natural hair color was kept hidden, making him a brunette.
“I want justice for the families wronged. For my family.” He paused gritting his teeth “My father, not so much. But- Ellia…our children, for Lyanna and her family.”
Ned can hardly believe what he’s seeing. Rhaegar had died on the Trident over a year ago now. Hadn’t he? Ned hadn’t been back in Winterfell very long and here was Rhaegar Targaryen standing in his solar.
“How did you get in here?” He asks, his voice low. He’d half a mind to take Ice off the mantel and finish what Robert clearly hadn’t. The other half of reminded him that technically this was Jon’s father, and that he’d made a promise to his sister. “Why did you come here?”
“I sneaked my way past your guards. It wasn’t easy to be honest. I nearly got caught until I told one I had a important message for you and he let me go.” Rhaegar waited for Eddard to pull out his sword, to swing at him but nothing so far had turned to violence. “I ask to stay here. Until I recuperate.” He hadn’t heard anything about his son but had heard of Lyanna’s passing and he didn’t know what Eddard did and didn’t know about the two of them.
“Eddard, I heard you were the last one with Lyanna…did-did our child…” He could hardly finish his thoughts and Rhaegars eyes fell to the floor. “I never wanted this to happen. I had wanted to annul my marriage to Elia, I loved her and our children but Lyanna…She was strikingly beautiful and she loved me.”
Rhaegar wasn’t sure why he was telling Eddard all of this, he didn’t know if the Lord would believe him or not. “I was going to take over the throne, my father had been slipping further and further towards the end…Lyanna wanted to escape a marriage to Robert, we married…” He was fighting back tears at the thought of his dead family. “I’ve lost all of my family. My brother is somewhere across the Narrow Sea and for all I know he and mother could be dead. I understand if you throw me out, if you execute me. You have every right to do so. My family started a war and we are to pay for that”
Goldnwulf 