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-Six: Nameday Celebrations
Vhaela Targaryen
For the first time that I can recall there is not a smile on my face on my nameday. I used to be so excited for the present and feast that would occur in King's Landing. With Helaena and Aemond by my side enjoying the festivities.
Today I am turning one and two. But I did not feel like it one bit. I hardly even felt like celebrating anymore. The only people I wanted to celebrate with were thousands of miles away. I wondered if they remembered.
I slump down in my desk chair thinking of Aemond and Helaena. My hand's fiddle with their letters on my desk. It was only midday and I had already read all of them again. I heavy out a heavy sigh at my actions.
My head then turns to the dress that lies on my bed. The one the queen had made me for my last nameday. With the color of a bright bronze and is accented with red detailing. At the sight of the dress, a half-smile appears.
My gaze turns down to look at my night clothes and then back to the dress the servant had laid out for me in the morning. I had not gotten out of bed for most of the morning choosing to stay in the comforts of my bed. Alone.
With the dress, it officially starts the celebration of my nameday. My father had organized a celebration for me that was to be held soon. Of course, I was required to attend much to my dismay, and fight against it.
I reluctantly head over to my bed and begin to get dressed. This specific dress had no strings attached to the back that would suck my soul out. It was why it was one of my favorites. I absolutely hated not being able to breathe or move around.
I head back over to my desk that holds all of my jewelry. My eyes instantly find the red and gold ring that Helaena had gotten for me some time ago. I usually would wear it on my right hand but since the fight, Jace and I have over a moon ago my knuckle was still sore.
The bruise that formed had since left but a sore stiffens remains. The maester told me not to wear any rings as he was afraid it would make my fingers swell. So, I slip it on my middle finger on my left hand. I tilt my hand toward me to admire it.
A smile forms as I look at the small ruby.
A sudden hard knock on my door causes me to turn away. I stay still and silent for a moment wondering if it was a servant or not. I wait to see if they leave for a few moments. But when another hard knock sounds out, I let out a light groan.
I make my way to the door pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. When I pull open the handle my eyes slightly narrow at the sight of my father. He lifts his eyebrows up at me before moving past me and heading deeper inside my chamber.
My eyes roll at his actions. I then turn to follow him and find him with his hands behind his back. A small smile adjourns his mouth at my confused expression. I walk toward him slowly before he then moves his hands from behind himself.
