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Rhaelys had barely known Lady Laena Velaryon, and yet the news of her death had hurt. She and Daemon had visited them last long ago, but Rhaelys could remember it very well. Her cousins were the very image of their lady mother. Princess Baela and Princess Rhaena Targaryen were eleven years old, and had not spoke a word at the funeral yet.
Rhaelys stood with her mother and father, as well as her three brothers. She held Daera in her arms. Rhaelys now wished she had demanded her mother named the Laena, or some variation of it. The babe slept peacefully in her sister's arms, and Rhaelys was glad of it. This funeral was hard enough, it would've been even harder with a crying baby.
"We join today at the Seat of the Sea to commit the Lady Laena of House Velaryon," It was oft said that the Targaryens were of the sky, then the Velaryons were of the sea. "To the eternal waters, the dominion of the Merling King, where He will guard her for all the days to come. As she sets to sea for her final voyage, the Lady Laena leaves two true-born daughters on the shore,"
"Though their mother will not return from her voyage, they will all remain bound together in blood. Salt courses through Velaryon blood. Ours runs thick, ours runs true. And ours will never thin," Vaemond Velaryon had had it out for Jace since the beginning. As he spoke his words, he looked directly at Jace, Luke and Joff.
Daemon, for whatever reason, laughed like a fucking girl. Rhaelys found it so disrespectful. This was his wife's funeral, and all he had done was look at Rhaenyra and not look after his daughters.
As the rope was tightened, Laena's body was dropped into the sea as so many Velaryons before her had been. "My gentle niece, may the winds be as strong as your back, your seas as calm as your spirit, and your nets be as full as your heart." Rhaelys sniffled and softly cradled Daera, who was making soft noises.
"From the sea we came, to the sea we shall return," Even if Rhaelys would die a Targaryen, she hoped her funeral would still be in the Velaryon honors.
