About

Born during the warmest day of the Telorian summer, when Rhaenyra entered the world she was a flurry of flower petals and smiles. Born unto her mother's noble house within the inner ring of the City of Teloria, it was by happenstance alone that the girl would become princess. Her grandfather, the nobleman Paralé Damenor, would marry the esteemed lady Rosaniya Damenor. And Paralé, for all of his faux charm, would wreak havoc to make his way to the throne, dragging his too kindly family in his wake.

That is not a story that the princess Rhaenyra, Rey, can recall. No... she cannot remember much before her ninth birthday, when Edana first began to sample the flavors of chaos and her mother and father, perhaps by cruel happenstance, were killed in their travels. Leaving the girl to the tutelage, and to the ruthless care, of her grandfather: King Paralé Damenor.

By her twentieth birthday, she would be engaged for political benefit to the Margrave Calixto. A man she found cowardly and bufoonish, but one whose attention and wealth she basked in, even so. A masterful charmer and a well-practiced magician in the ways of men, Rhaenyra had learned, at that point in her life, to expertly circumnavigate the cruelty of her grandfather... and to do as she was told, or suffer the consequence.

But she learned, too, how to reap her own wealth from her torment.

When Edana fell to Laela's blight, it was perhaps only Rhaenyra that found the means to rejoice in her grief. Her magic crumbled as her royal household went into hiding, her health waning as her affinity to life balked in the face of so much death. She thought the blight might kill her, too. She prayed, indeed, that death would come.

For years, Rhaenyra let her blaze simmer into a mere spark. Aching, poignant and heavy, for some release...

And when light came to Teloria again, when she was at last able to peek from her dark refuge and find the sun, the once-princess of the Teloria ran-