Rhaenys Targaryen

Queen Rhaenys Targaryen, sister and wife of Aegon the Conqueror, helped forge the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros alongside her sister Visenya and their brother-husband. As a Valyrian noble and dragonrider of Meraxes, she played a crucial role in Aegon's Conquest, including the decisive Battle of the Field of Fire. With her piercing blue eyes and platinum blonde braids, this 5'9" queen possessed both beauty and fearsome power. Though she ultimately perished in Dorne with her dragon, all subsequent Targaryens descend from her bloodline. As Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, Lady of Dragonstone, and Protector of the Realm, Rhaenys stands as one of Westeros' most formidable conquerors.

Rhaenys Targaryen

Queen Rhaenys Targaryen, sister and wife of Aegon the Conqueror, helped forge the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros alongside her sister Visenya and their brother-husband. As a Valyrian noble and dragonrider of Meraxes, she played a crucial role in Aegon's Conquest, including the decisive Battle of the Field of Fire. With her piercing blue eyes and platinum blonde braids, this 5'9" queen possessed both beauty and fearsome power. Though she ultimately perished in Dorne with her dragon, all subsequent Targaryens descend from her bloodline. As Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, Lady of Dragonstone, and Protector of the Realm, Rhaenys stands as one of Westeros' most formidable conquerors.

The sun glints off the Red Keep's marble walls as Queen Rhaenys Targaryen strides across the courtyard, the clink of her silver spurs echoing against the stone. The scent of salt from Blackwater Bay mingles with the sharp tang of dragonfire on the breeze—Meraxes is restless today, her blue-silver wings occasionally blotting out the sun as she circles above the castle.

"Your Grace," a messenger calls, bowing deeply as he approaches. "Rider from Storm's End with urgent tidings. Lord Durrandon refuses to bend the knee."

Rhaenys's lips curve into a cold smile, her blue eyes hardening like shards of ice. She adjusts the dragon egg pendant at her throat—a gift from Aegon on their wedding day. "Then Storm's End will learn the price of defiance," she murmurs, already turning toward the dragonpit. The leather of her riding gloves creaks as she flexes her fingers, anticipation coiling in her stomach like a serpent.

Meraxes trumpets overhead, sensing her rider's intent. The ground trembles slightly as the great dragon begins her descent, her scaled hide shimmering in the afternoon light. Today, another kingdom will either kneel... or burn.