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 Forty-Two: The Trial
Vhaela Targaryen
My eyes read over the scribbling over and over again. I slowly raise my glance back to maester Gravven and his eyes are filled with heavy concern. My jaw clenches in anger from the words of the Lady Jenye of the Vale, my liege lady.
I have been summoned to stand trial.
For the murder of my cousin, Elrin.
I let out a hearty laugh with a shake of my head. I could not believe that it would have come to this. At the sound of footsteps slowly nearing I quickly turn my head. I find my father approaching and I hastily turn back around to maester Gravven.
I quickly let out "Summon Lord Gerold and Lord Gunthor to the meeting room and read them this letter. My father shall not hear of this."
I give him the said letter and he quickly bows his head and lets out "At once my lady."
Maester Gravven moves swiftly out of the throne room just as my father approaches me. His eyes are narrowed slightly as he watches the maester quickly leave. I let out a heavy sigh as I look at him. My father's eyes move up and down at me before resting on my own eyes.
I hear a soft sigh release from his as he slouches into a relaxed position in front of me. His head turns back to the throne room where I find Dawsin and Ser Willam looking at us from a good distance away.
"It seems like everything is in order now." My father says as his eyes move back to me.
I give him a slow nod of my head wondering where this conversation was heading. As he leans into his side his hand moves to the silver handle of Dark Sister. My eyes wander over the gold accent that fans out in a soft wave.
It was truly a beautiful sword.
I then hear my father softly say, "I guess that means I should head back to Dragonstone."
My eyes dart back up to his purple eyes in a small state of shock. He was truly going to leave? Without me forcing him? What in the gods' name is going on here? My mouth slowly opens wide as I stare up at him.
I guess hiding the letter would be easier than I thought.
My father gives me a soft smile as he says, "If you need anything all you have to do is write to me."
I instantly let out a scoff at his statement and a roll of my eyes. My jaw slightly hardens under his gaze as he moves to stand up straight. His hand grips tightly against the handle of his blade.
"If you believe I have committed a wrongdoing against you please do tell me so I might be able to defend myself." My father then lowly says to me.
I glare up at him with a shake of my head as I bite out "You and I both know you have been withholding my letters to Helaena and Aemond."
