Laenor Targaryen

Grand Maester Selwyn

Aelinor Targaryen

Viserys Tagaryen

Prince **Laenor Targaryen** is the second born son of Aemon Targaryen and Visaera Targaryen. Born on Dragonstone in 389 A.C., a dim reflection of his grandfather Prince Viserys Targaryen, Laenor has always been doomed to be a disappointment. He works hard at multiple crafts to prove himself of use to his family, to prove himself as something more than just a spare to be married off.

## Appearance and Character

White fluffy hair as a rabbit caught in a snow storm, and sharp blue eyes, these are the gifts bestowed upon Laenor by breeding, and the ones that separate him from his siblings. Shorter and by fair daintier than his older brother, Laenor avoids the trappings of typical courtly fashion, having never considered himself typical. He favors eastern silks of unusual and flamboyant colours.

From scented silk robes, to ornately decorated pillows that line the floor of his chambers, to exquisitely crafted masks of fine wood and paint rimmed with jewels, the joys of Laenor's life make him something of a twisted parody of a second born Prince, and speak to his rumored hedonistic appetites.

He doesn't walk. He flounces. Gliding gently where we will, if he can be found upright and mobile at all, usually preferring to be carried in a litter, or lazing upon a pile of cushions.

His mannerisms, movements, and interests are well practiced to be exactly what one would expect from him.

Anything spied below the surface, anything genuine, is merely a glimmer, fading as quickly as it's seen.

## History

Children should be seen, and not heard. Laenor was seen.

Enjoying the obvious heroics of his first born son, and the romantic poetry of the notion of having a daughter who could best The Warrior himself only because she sought to be equal? Prince Aemon Targaryen loved his children.

Well, most of them.

When Laenor was born, the similarities between himself and his Grandfather were already painfully obvious for a man like Aemon, drowning in bitter resentment and regret. No feelings of attachment filled the Prince's heart when he gazed upon his second son. Only disappointment.

Prince Viserys, for his part, found his son's mild annoyance at giving birth to a soft, frail son.... Amusing, and at once he personally took an interest in the child, only to further fuel his son's displeasure.

Laenor separated from his family almost immediately, missing even the birth of his sister Aelinor a year later. He was to be raised in King's Landing at his Grandfather's side, and so he was.

Prince Viserys took some delight in caring for the boy and when he reached age, began personally tutoring him, later enlisting Grand Maester Selwyn to teach him as well (though, under sufferance, and only at great insistence from The Hand.).

Laenor learned well the lessons of his Grandfather's subtle and somewhat dangerous political mind, and absorbed more from Grand Maester Selwyn in a few short years than he could have hoped for in a life time of academic study. The Prince spared few thoughts for the family he'd rarely see except when occasion demanded it, quite loving the life of learning his Grandfather allowed him.

When Prince Viserys took ill, Laenor first met adversity, he stayed close to his grandfather throughout his illness, and watched helplessly when the wasting sickness finally claimed his life.

Returning to his unfamiliar home on Dragonstone, Laenor found little comfort, Aemon dismissing the son that now served as an even larger reminder of his shameful father, as nothing more than a spare. A good to be sold, a gift to be given away.

Laenor embraced the new role shoved upon him, the position of Prince of Nothing, he gave his father the son he expected, one content to wallow in luxury and indulge in excessive and unseemly vices.

In private moments, Laenor continued his education as best he could removed from the learning potential of the Red Keep, and where able he put into practice the lessons his Grandfather had taught him, in areas he was lacking he learned for himself, through repeated trial and error.

Laenor Targryen grew up on Dragonstone. He grew up angry, and hard, and determined to spite his father, but he grew up none the less. In Laenor's eyes his Father's disappearance marking the end of his self taught education, was only a sign from the Gods, telling him he was ready.

Laenor through hard work, lies, bribes, and several distasteful actions, has built for himself upon Dragonstone a monument to his Grandfather's teachings, a network of capable agents to do his bidding both near and far.

Despite his personal intrigues, little has changed for Laenor, he's still a spare. Still a commodity. He still behaves as the Prince of Nothing, merely waiting to be traded away.

But he desires more.

## Family

* King **Aenar I Targaryen,** Lord of the Seven Kingdoms b. 320 A.C.

m. Queen **Helaena Targaryen** b. 322 A.C. d. 346 A.C.

* Prince **Aenys Targaryen,** Prince of Dragonstone b. 340 A.C. d. 368 A.C.
* m. Lady **Lenore Blackwood** b. 339 A.C. d. 367 A.C.
	+ **Maegor Waters**, Bastard of Dragonstone b. 365 A.C.
* Prince **Viserys Targaryen**, Prince of Dragonstone and Hand of the King b. 342 A.C. d. 398 A.C.
* m. Lady **Gwynesse Lannister** b. 345 A.C.
	+ Princess **Visaera Targaryen**, Princess of Dragonstone b. 369 A.C.
	+ **m.** Prince **Aemon Targaryen**, Prince of Dragonstone b. 371 A.C. d. 405 A.C.
		- Prince **Rhaegar Targaryen b.** 387 A.C.
		- Princess **Rhaenys Targaryen** b. 387 A.C.
		- Prince ****Laenor Targaryen**** b. 388 A.C. d. 414 A.C.
		- Princess ****Aelinor Targaryen**** b. 389 A.C.
		- Prince **Viserys Targaryen** b. 399 A.C.
	+ Prince **Valerion Targaryen**, Knight of the Kingsguard b. 373 A.C.
	+ Princess **Daemona Targaryen** b. 383 A.C