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 Twenty-Four: The Excuse
Vhaela Targaryen
As the hours have passed, I stay in my spot on the windowsill laying back against it. My eyes have not once left the view of the ocean where the ship drifted off into the horizon. The sky that was once void of clouds now cast multiple in the air.
I follow their slow movement across the sky. The sun moves across the sky finally reaching the edge of the water. The sky turns into a dark dusk as the sun escapes from my view. I continue to look out with my only source of light being the stars.
A light knock emits at my door, and I ignore it not wanting to speak with people. My face is without a frown as is simply relaxed. My eyes are now starting to become extremely heavy. With every blink, it is a fight to open them back up.
I am exhausted.
Exhausted from feeling all these feelings and emotions. From all the crying that today has made me do. All the people that have been the cause of my tears. I lean my head up against the wall and look up closing my eyes softly.
I squeeze them tightly and let out a heavy sigh. My mind then tries to relax my thoughts of everything that occurred today. With my breaths evening out my head begins to space out into a dreamless sleep.
Hours pass by and a sharp knock on my door awakes me with a jolt. I catch myself from falling off the windowsill before looking out in the window. It was now bright outside as if it was a clean slate for the day. But the past won't be easily forgotten.
The knocks on my door grow increasingly louder and I let out a loud groan. I choose to ignore it once again and find myself staring back at the ocean. The waves roll against the land crushing into it before slowly moving back to the ocean.
The sound of my door opening causes me to turn to the door. At the sight of my father my eyes quickly narrow, and I snap my head back toward the window. I did not want to see him. I did not want to speak to him. I want nothing to do with him at this moment.
Not a thing.
His soft footsteps near me as he then speaks up "Vhaela?"
A heavy sigh rolls out of me at his soft curious voice. I try to calm myself by focusing on the even breaths that rises my chest. Almost mimicking the waves that rush upon the shore only to fall back into the ocean.
While looking in the window I decided to ask him "Are you happy now?"
I hear the quiet shuffle of his feet moving from side to side shifting. My head moves to turn to him slowly with a blank stare. His eyes are soft with a hint of worry in them. But I didn't care.
"Does my pain make you happy?" I ask.
My father makes a quick step toward me as he emphasizes "I never meant to hurt you."
