Post by ALURA TARGARYEN on Aug 22, 2017 10:45:28 GMT
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[attr="class","bioheader"]history. [attr="class,"bioentry"]A daughter in the line of Duncan Targaryen, and a niece to the King. In all, it meant nothing more than high expectations with not enough influence. Her birth was nothing of legends, but it would be forever the point of many insults and jokes. Muddled Blood they mocked, and Half-Dragon they called, to both her and her older brother. It was nothing more than bullying and eventually it would settle -- at least that is what her mother said. Nonetheless she was a Targaryen through and through, so her father made sure to educate her well, and have her raised to be a proper lady. [break][break] Her young days were spent the Septon, her nose in her studies, or at the table where she may have gotten a few quick words in with her father and brother. Mostly she was just in some back garden room with large arches to let the light in as she toiled at her needle point. It was terribly boring. Her only source of fun was during her tutelage in horseback riding -- something she had to plead her father into letting her do. Where she would spend afternoons at the stables learning how to saddle, ride and care for a horse. Despite the less than pleasing scene of the stables, or the pungent smell, she enjoyed the small amount of freedom that riding gave her. [break][break] Come her thirteenth year, and Alura having her first moon, fate happened that she would meet Daeron Targaryen, the crown prince. Despite only being seventeen years old, the prince had a weathered and stoic demeanor that was very intimidating to the young girl, and though they had their differences, she had a desire for the fire that burned in his amber eyes. A year later she gave birth to a son, Aerys, and as every new mother is, she was filled with happiness and light. [break][break] Come the death of her son's great grandfather, Aegon, she gifted him with every spare ounce of time she could, making sure that he was getting the finest education as his grandfather took the throne. While Jaehaerys the II was a good and noble man, he was the opposite of his son Daeron and said to be weak minded; but his rule was just and peaceful, and at the time her son could be raised without question of his safety. [break][break] Though more than a decade passed and life was no different until Daeron had sent Aerys on an excursion that would forever change the world around her. He was to visit the kingdoms and learn of their hardships and customs so that he may better understand them come his time to sit on the Iron throne. At first she was thrilled for her son, having seen how grown he was, she encouraged it. But after two years, she found that she would not see her son again. [break][break] Years later, his disappearance still torments her, chipping away at her sanity. She blamed herself, going over the details of his life in search of an answer that wasn't there. Was he feeling smothered? Did he not get the freedom he desired? Was the pressure of the crown too much? [break][break] With the death of Jaehaerys II, Daeron was technically without an heir, and his succession to the throne was being questioned now more than ever. So Alura stays vigilante at her husband's side, giving him was useless support she can. [attr="class","bioheader"]inventory. [attr="class,"bioentry"]
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