~Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen; First Of Her Name, Rightful Ruler Of The Seven Kingdoms~

Portrait practice of Rhaenyra

[Lucrezia Borgia/Holliday Grainger you’ll always be famous]

Hi. Can you draw Visenya with any of the Dragonstone stone? Maybe Elinda or Maester Gerardys or Ser Robert, or Ser Erryk? Any of them. Thanks.

Hi! I actually originally made a Visenya with Gerardy’s but ended up changing it so here is baby Visenya with Lady Elinda

[Visenya wanting braids like her mama, and the gentlest of Rhaenyra’s ladies is the most likely to indulge her]

Otto about Daemon : you can tell his parents didn’t raise him right-

The Parents:

[Ran to finish Baelon after the latest Spring Prince chapter]

just remembered shows used to have 20-25 eps per season

Rhaegar won, damn him… He has Lyanna now

Here’s to the women who are only remembered through the lens of the men who live in the shadow of their sepulchers.

Book!Daenerys Targaryen art that I did awhile back, ✨

Elaena Targaryen

🐉 Baelon Targaryen 🌸

Targaryen Family Tree

“Prince Aemon was shy around the dragons at first, Benifer observed, but not so Baelon, who reportedly smote Balerion on the snout the first time he entered the Dragonpit. “He’s either brave or mad, that one,” old Sour Sam observed, and from that day forth the Spring Prince was also known as Baelon the Brave.”

Known children: Viserys, Daemon, Aegon

Art by @adelikashere for A Crown of False Spring. The best birthday gift ever.

It was… a girl-child. He’d not misjudged; even whilst standing she was a tiny slip of a thing. A strange thing. Her coltish frame was wrapped in a dove-grey gown, streaked with soil and trailing like mist about small bared feet. Dark chestnut hair tumbled loose and tangled past thin shoulders, framing windburnt cheeks flushed rosy with chill. Her eyes were sharp and wild, her teeth bared—and in her hands a tree branch, raised like a sword! Not a little doe then, thought Arthur. Then, a break in the clouds. A shaft of dying light broke through the clearing, striking the crown of the heart tree with sudden radiance. The deep scarlet leaves flared and shimmered like bloody embers. And there, half-lost amongst the high fronds, something swayed. A shield. Upon it, the painted face of a weirwood, grinning wide and red.

how many eyes does lord bloodraven have?