After enduring a loveless marriage for many years, the Rogue Prince was believed to be incapable of fathering a child with his Bronze Bitch. However, a miraculous event shatters this notion with the birth of Vhaela Targaryen. Raised in the confines...
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Chapter Seventeen: The Going Away Feast
Vhaela Targaryen
The bark of the tree digs into my back as I flip through the pages of a giant book. The great auburn leaves help provide shade against the heat of the sun that blazes down on me. I flip through the pages reading the history of Dorne.
Helaena is off in the grass not too far from me looking for new insects to collect. Her silver hair blows in the soft wind as she lifts a bug gently from the ground. A bright smile grows on her face as she inspects the insect.
A light chuckle leaves my mouth at her. It was always interesting to watch her with the animals that seemed to calm with her touch. Then she stiffens her body, and her eyes go into a blank stare.
She mumbles "The nest flies to the coup of flames."
My eyebrows furrow at her statement and I listen as she mumbles incoherent words. Her sayings would come to her every now and then but most of the time I could understand. This however made no sense to me.
I ask her after she finishes mumbling "What does that mean?"
Her eyes turn toward me and widen at my stare. I give her a soft smile to try and ease her nerves. I knew it always bothered her when someone caught her in her trance.
She shakes her head softly and says, "It is not important."
I give her a nod of my head and I watch as she lowers the insect in her hand to the ground. She then moves toward me in her vibrant green dress. When she reaches the weirwood tree she slumps beside me.
The sound of movement causes Dawsin to turn my way from his post a good distance away. With the attack that occurred now over a year ago, he has since let up on my security. However, little it actually seems to be.
From the order of the king, I was now banned from the streets of the capital for fear I would get attacked once again. The order made me angry and feel even more trapped in the castle walls. I knew I would find one way or another to break free from the chains.
Helaena moves closer to me and peers her head to where she could now see the writing in the book. We both sit and begin to read the book in front of us and I wait for her before I flip the page. The wind blows our hair softly cooling us down from the blazing heat.
On the next page, I flip over and spot a section ripped from the book. I trace my fingers down the torn wrinkly pages and I then glance at Helaena. She also looks at the page curiously trying to figure out what had caused the page to be missing.
"I wonder who tore the page?" I ask her.
She nods her head at me and then both of our eyes move to the sound of footsteps approaching. My aunt approaches us in a beautiful dark green dress and looks at us with a haunted stare. I smile at her and close the book in my lap.
