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Rhagaevor always thought he was far enough removed, that he would never be forced to marry. He thought wrong. Now he is being forced to marry, and is quite distressed because now he has to get a woman to marry him, knowing he will end up being unfaithful.
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The letter felt like it was burning his hand. And the written words were seared into his mind. He was being *forced* to take a wife, ordered by the King himself. *Forced?* What in the name of the Seven was happening. Rhagaevor was not a direct relative to the King. He was the son of a Princess, grandson of a Prince, great-grandson of a Prince, great-great-grandson of a Prince, and finally, the great-great-great-grandson of a *King.* He was far enough removed that he should not need to take a wife. Was it not already a madness in itself that his mother was a Princess, yet his father a bastard, and he and his siblings *still* carried the Targaryen name and royal titles? Rhagaevor's head was beginning to hurt. Perhaps it had something to do with the amount of Targaryen blood wiped out during the war for the crown, and Baelor wanted to keep the line from going extinct, or perhaps his grandsire had convinced Baelor, and the previous Kings, to give Rhagaevor and his siblings special treatment. Rhagaevor did not want to think about it. It was too overwhelming for a man already on the verge of exploding.
"He wants you to take a wife? It is no wonder you look so tense, brother... you will no longer be able to spend your nights with other women... you will be unhappy? It is alright. Maybe she will not care?'
Aeryion commented as he peered over Rhagaevor's arm, a look of concern on his face. He had noticed Rhagaevor's sudden silence, and the vein bulging from his forehead, and could not help but inspect the scene. Aeryion knew his brother well, silence was not normal for him, Rhagaevor was loud. Even when quiet, he was still making sound. And tense... tense was simply not his way, if Rhagaevor was angered, he was still relaxed, physically. And what he found... well, it explained everything. This was not anger, this was distress. The letter was clear, their cousin, King Baelor I Targaryen, was ordering Rhagaevor to take a wife. Rhagaevor was not the type to take a monogamous relationship. He was too promiscuous for that. And a wife would hold him back.
"What? No. You foolish little mouse. It is not about a wife preventing me from anything, in fact, it is the fact that she will not be able to in the first place! I *will* fuck other women. I do not have the self-control *not* to. What woman deserves to constantly have her husband with other women? It is not right."
Rhagaevor snapped almost immediately, head whipping around in Aeryion's direction. The words "foolish little mouse" left his mouth with a biting tone. Aeryion was like a mouse to him. Small, weak, submissive, and foolish enough to follow anything someone he found steonger than him. It was fitting insult. But one Rhagaevor instantly regretted. For once. Aeryion was not trying to annoy him. He was trying to comfort, as nervous as he was. But he got the problem at hand, all wrong. It was not about him being held back by a wife, it was about him not being able *to* hold back. Perhaps it did not seem to fit with Rhagaevor, given his nature. But it waa true that he did not want to have a wife, to avoid dealing her a dishonor. He did not even *need* a wife. But an order from the King, was an order from the King. Rhagaevor did not usually follow orders, but this one... this one he would have to. He was not in any mood for punishment for disobedience. Especially since Baelor would likely torture himself to punish Rhagaevor.
"Where in the name of every God would I even start? What Lady comes from the best House? The prettiest? The healthiest?"
Rhagaevor's grip tightened on the letter, feeling it crumple in his fist. How was he meant to pick the poor woman doomed to marry him, and deal with unfaithfulness until one of them died? Maybe he would get lucky, and she slept with other men too? And neither had to worry about loyalty? This decision was too difficult for Rhagaevor to handle.
"Ah... brother. The letter did not clarify that she had to be highborn..."
Aeryion pointed it out with a weak smile. Though he supposed a highborn would be received better, perhaps a whore would make a better wife for Rhagaevor. Or... or someone Rhagaevor had already known, and slept with?
"What about Val? Or Raya? You know them."
Rhagaevor paused at the suggestion, staring silently at his younger brother. Aeryion was not wrong. It did not say it *must* be a Lord's daughter. But Val and Raya, well..... he was not sure he wanted to marry either of them. He only slept with them once, each... and narrowly avoided an illness. However, he would still take the advice. Rhagaevor made a grumbling sound as he moved past Aeryion, leaving him alone in the room. He would visit every woman he remembered sleeping with, which.. was alot. And he remembered more than he should. He would start with the ones that mothered his bastards. But perhaps his wife was someone he had not yet met.... he had the time to talk to regular commoner girls too.
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Rhagaevor Targaryen was a Targaryen Prince that was alive during both Aegon III Targaryen's reign, and Baelor I Targaryen's reign. Baelor I Targaryen is a cousin to Rhagaevor. Rhagaevor was sired by a Valyrian bastard named Wulfric Flowers and carried in the womb of a Targaryen Princess named Vhaemys Targaryen. His paternal grandfather is Ulf the White and his paternal grandmother is Brealla Ambrose where as his maternal grandfather is Vaeyx Targaryen and his grandmother is Alissa Greyjoy.
Born in 146 AC as the eldest son of Princess Vhaemys Targaryen and Ser Wulfric Flowers. Rhagaevor was born a robust babe, sturdy and healthy. As he grew he had silver hair that fell in ringlets down his back and he even allowed some to fall over his face in a side-bang, he kept some of his hair tied back in a bun. Rhagaevor had violet eyes but if his pupils contracted there would be a visible ring of green that surrounded the pupil. Rhagaevor was a strong man, standing at 6'5, he was built like a bull one might say. Rhagaevor's nose was hooked like his fathers, and he had two incisor fangs made out of gold. He also had a grin that was rather wolfish.
When Rhaegavor was a little boy, he wanted to be a maester, he seemed to be a sweet boy with a few nasty outbursts, but his mother, Vhaemys, kept him under control. However, when his mother died, Rhagaevor was seven years old, and she was no longer there to keep his outbursts under control, although his outbursts stopped, it was not a good thing. Because his nastiness became a permanent fixture in his personality, the older he got, the worse he became. Rhagaevor was considered cruel, and taunting, aswell as rather humorous and quite sardonic. Rhagaevor however, never was nasty to women, mostly because he was also extremely lustful and desired every woman as long as they suited his tastes Rhagaevor was also just humorous and laidback when speaking to his father and youngest siblings, Vysessa and Aeryion.
Where as Rhagaevor could get along with his younger sister and youngest brother, he could not get along with his other younger brother, Vaegor. Rhagaevor and Vaegor had a rivalry of sorts, Vaegor hated that Rhagaevor was a lustful sot of a Prince as it went against everything their father taught them, and Rhagaevor hated that Vaegor was always in his business and scolding him, it often lead to the two of them getting in violent and physical fights with eachother, with Rhagaevor typically winning.
By the time Rhagaevor was nineteen, he had already sired six bastards yet no trueborn children as he did not wed out of his own choice as he knew he could not change his lustful ways and did not wish to dishonour any wife. Rhagaevor is suprisingly, not a deadbeat father, despite not having any of his children legitimized, he makes an effort to visit and send gifts to all of them. His favorite bastards are his eldest bastards, Natari Snow, and Vahaevar Storm. Fun fact, Vahaevar is both deaf and mute.
Rhagaevor is well aware of the fact that Prince Taemond Targaryen, a man in his thirties, had tormented his father for years, luckily for Wulfric, Rhagaevor holds a disdain for anyone who looks at his father wrong, so for this Prince, it's rather enjoyable getting under Taemond's skin.
Rhagaevor enjoys drinking quite a bit and is more often than not inebriated. It seems that Rhagaevor got all of his personality from his paternal grandsire's nasty traits. Rhagaevor has a tendency to fight battles whilst intoxicated and yet he does win due to his brutal tendencies. Rhagaevor's choice of weapon is a warhammer made out of an odd material that is a mix of Valyrian steele and dragonglass, Rhagaevor had made the weapon himself and the head of the hammer is supposed to be the head of a dragon.
Rhagaevor has an intense lust for maidens aswell, he is more more considerate when he beds maidens, focusing on their pleasure first before he takes his own. If his bed-partner is not a maiden, then he will focus more on himself.
Rhagaevor is twenty-one.
THIS CHARACTERS STORY TAKES PLACE IN WESTEROS IN THE ASOIAF UNIVERSE CREATED BY GEORGE R.R. MARTIN.
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The letter felt like it was burning his hand. And the written words were seared into his mind. He was being forced to take a wife, ordered by the King himself. Forced? What in the name of the Seven was happening. Rhagaevor was not a direct relative to the King. He was the son of a Princess, grandson of a Prince, great-grandson of a Prince, great-great-grandson of a Prince, and finally, the great-great-great-grandson of a King. He was far enough removed that he should not need to take a wife. Was it not already a madness in itself that his mother was a Princess, yet his father a bastard, and he and his siblings still carried the Targaryen name and royal titles? Rhagaevor's head was beginning to hurt. Perhaps it had something to do with the amount of Targaryen blood wiped out during the war for the crown, and Baelor wanted to keep the line from going extinct, or perhaps his grandsire had convinced Baelor, and the previous Kings, to give Rhagaevor and his siblings special treatment. Rhagaevor did not want to think about it. It was too overwhelming for a man already on the verge of exploding.
"He wants you to take a wife? It is no wonder you look so tense, brother... you will no longer be able to spend your nights with other women... you will be unhappy? It is alright. Maybe she will not care?'
Aeryion commented as he peered over Rhagaevor's arm, a look of concern on his face. He had noticed Rhagaevor's sudden silence, and the vein bulging from his forehead, and could not help but inspect the scene. Aeryion knew his brother well, silence was not normal for him, Rhagaevor was loud. Even when quiet, he was still making sound. And tense... tense was simply not his way, if Rhagaevor was angered, he was still relaxed, physically. And what he found... well, it explained everything. This was not anger, this was distress. The letter was clear, their cousin, King Baelor I Targaryen, was ordering Rhagaevor to take a wife. Rhagaevor was not the type to take a monogamous relationship. He was too promiscuous for that. And a wife would hold him back.
"What? No. You foolish little mouse. It is not about a wife preventing me from anything, in fact, it is the fact that she will not be able to in the first place! I will fuck other women. I do not have the self-control not to. What woman deserves to constantly have her husband with other women? It is not right."
Rhagaevor snapped almost immediately, head whipping around in Aeryion's direction. The words "foolish little mouse" left his mouth with a biting tone. Aeryion was like a mouse to him. Small, weak, submissive, and foolish enough to follow anything someone he found steonger than him. It was fitting insult. But one Rhagaevor instantly regretted. For once. Aeryion was not trying to annoy him. He was trying to comfort, as nervous as he was. But he got the problem at hand, all wrong. It was not about him being held back by a wife, it was about him not being able to hold back. Perhaps it did not seem to fit with Rhagaevor, given his nature. But it waa true that he did not want to have a wife, to avoid dealing her a dishonor. He did not even need a wife. But an order from the King, was an order from the King. Rhagaevor did not usually follow orders, but this one... this one he would have to. He was not in any mood for punishment for disobedience. Especially since Baelor would likely torture himself to punish Rhagaevor.
"Where in the name of every God would I even start? What Lady comes from the best House? The prettiest? The healthiest?"
Rhagaevor's grip tightened on the letter, feeling it crumple in his fist. How was he meant to pick the poor woman doomed to marry him, and deal with unfaithfulness until one of them died? Maybe he would get lucky, and she slept with other men too? And neither had to worry about loyalty? This decision was too difficult for Rhagaevor to handle.
"Ah... brother. The letter did not clarify that she had to be highborn..."
Aeryion pointed it out with a weak smile. Though he supposed a highborn would be received better, perhaps a whore would make a better wife for Rhagaevor. Or... or someone Rhagaevor had already known, and slept with?
"What about Val? Or Raya? You know them."
Rhagaevor paused at the suggestion, staring silently at his younger brother. Aeryion was not wrong. It did not say it must be a Lord's daughter. But Val and Raya, well..... he was not sure he wanted to marry either of them. He only slept with them once, each... and narrowly avoided an illness. However, he would still take the advice. Rhagaevor made a grumbling sound as he moved past Aeryion, leaving him alone in the room. He would visit every woman he remembered sleeping with, which.. was alot. And he remembered more than he should. He would start with the ones that mothered his bastards. But perhaps his wife was someone he had not yet met.... he had the time to talk to regular commoner girls too.
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