WICKED AFFAIRS | AEMOND TARGARYEN

( wicked affairs. )

WICKED AFFAIRS
prelude

NESTLED ALONG THE southernmost portion of Westeros sat a vast and sprawling city, the oldest and largest the continent had ever known. Oldtown held a reputation of being the epicenter for wealth and trade throughout the entirety of the Seven Kingdoms, bringing prosperity to those who lived within its towering stone walls. As well as being home to the Citadel, home to the teachings of the country's healers and clergymen of the predominant religion, the Faith of the Seven.

     And much to their pride, one family ruled over it all.

     House Hightower was one of the most powerful families within the warm and fruitful region known as the Reach, residing over Oldtown for thousands of years with what could've been described as an ironfist. Or so, many speculated. They upheld duty above all, striving to maintain tradition and keep centuries-old customs at the forefront of minds. A mentality that flowed through its generations to the present time.

     But for one such descendant of House Hightower, they grew to despise everything that their family held dear. After all, one could only be let down so many times before their faith in what they thought they knew began to crumble.

     Princess Vaerra Targaryen had been pushed to the brink, feeling as if her life flipped onto its head. Being the daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower, she grew up beneath the weight of duty to her family and to the realm, always knowing what was expected of her on her journey to womanhood. To become an obedient and caring wife to the Lord of a Great House, and to birth his heirs to further his line for years to come. A definite future that awaited every royal or noble girl throughout their world. Her mother had instilled such a thing within Vaerra's mind from the moment she could form a coherent thought, molding her to be the perfect Targaryen Princess in the hopes of attracting the finest husband who would benefit her family in the long run.

     And for her most formative years, Vaerra Targaryen did what she could to appease her mother and father. To become the dutiful and pious daughter they always wished for her to be.

     But after one horrifically tragic night, nothing in Vaerra's life would ever be the same.

     Upon four years of being forced away from her home and into the custody of distant relatives, Vaerra returned to King's Landing far different than when she left. The obedient girl who strived to be the perfect daughter was no more. Instead, a young woman hardened to the horrors of the world stood in her place, determined to achieve her own desired future no matter who or what stood in her way.

     And pity the poor fool who dared try, for such wicked affairs would be met with fire and blood.

"I will march down an empty street like a ship into the storm."

"I will wade through the fire and smoke like sunlight through the haze."