𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛
▬▬▬▬ after years of solitude as lady of the tide and ruler of driftmark, celaena velaryon is brought back to dragonstone for one reason, and one reason only. to defeat her uncle aegon, and support her mother's reign a...
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The day Celaena was born was the happiest day in Dragonstone. Bells rung throughout Kings Landing, celebrations ensued, and numerous families celebrated at the birth of another beautiful Targaryen child. Unfortunately, citizens would soon realize Celaena was Laenor and Rhaenyra's only true child, and for that, Celaena was always favored by the kingdom. Born with fair skin of her mother and the white hair of her house, there was no doubt she was of the purest Velaryon blood.
Nevertheless, the day she was sent to Driftmark was possibly the worst day of her life. She had only visited the sea-ridden island in the past, but remaining there her entire life? She couldn't imagine. The last thing Celaena wanted was to leave her beloved brothers and mother, the peie she held dearest in her heart.
Celaena remembered the day vividly, when King Viserys had summoned her to throne room. His skin pale and wrinkled, cheekbone's prominent underneath his frail face. His kings guard and hand sat close by, something Celaena hadn't expected from her own blood. And she certainly didn't expect what came next.
"Is everything alright your grace?" She kept her voice as kind and respectful as possible to hind the disdain that laid beneath.
King Viserys cleared his throat, giving his hand a quick glance before returning his gaze to his granddaughter. "Your going to Driftmark. Tomorrow."
Celaena's once kind gaze hardened. "For how long?"
"As long as need be."
That's when it clicked. Celaena wasn't being sent to Driftmark for any random reasoning. She was being sent because of her dreams. Dreams that had been ravaging her since she was youth, dreams of the king's death and the war that would ensue thereafter. She had never spoken of these dreams until the week prior, when she confided in her hainfmaiden out of pure desperation. And little did she know, that maid would go to tell every servant, which would soon lead back to the king himself.
Celaena clasped her hands behind her back, clearing her throat before she spoke. "May we speak of this in private." She shot a quick glance to Ser Otto Hightower, the man she suspected was behind this madness.
"No. It has already been decided. You will be sent to Driftmark, where you will live with your grandfather Corlys Velaryon, and continue your studies." He explained, only furthering Celaena's confusion.
"And my title?"
"You will remain princess of Dragonstone and the heir to Driftmark," Ser Otto Hightower interjected, earning a frown from Celaena in return, "as long as you follow your king's orders."
Celaena had never liked Otto. She tolerated him because of his status, but she couldn't wait until the day he was replaced. Maybe then the king would earn some common sense, if he didn't drop dead first.
Breathe. The princess reminded herself. She would get nowhere by starting an argument. The only thing she could do was follow her kings orders, and hopefully he would make up his mind and let her return back to Dragonstone.
The blonde haired woman took a deep breath, "Yes your grace. I will leave. And I will be taking my dragons as well." She turned to leave the room, not giving the king or his heinous hand a second chance to offer a rebuttal. But she knew one thing was for sure. Something would happen while she was gone, she was sure of that.
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"You mustn't!" Celaena's mother called out, watching her daughter sort out her jewels and possessions for her travel. Her voice was laced with anger, possibly from Otto Hightower or maybe her own father's reaction. Whatever it was, Celaena paid it no mind as she continued to put up her belongings. The only thing she cared about was saying goodbye to her brothers, although they wouldn't be so willing to let her go.
"I will speak of this with Viserys, he will surely change his mind."
"No." Celaena put down the jewels, turning to face her mother. "It is better if I leave Dragonstone anyways. I can learn the way of Driftmark to prepare for when I become their lady. And my dreams will no longer disturb this family."
Rhaenyra clasped one of her daughters hands in hers, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she pulled in her into a hug.
"You're a Targaryen. Our dreams are a gift, and so are yours. I might not know the contents of these dreams, but believe me when I say, they are special and you never forget that."
