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-Eight: The Prince and Princess
Vhaela Targaryen
My fingers entangle themselves into my hair as I gather a section to continue braiding. It so far has been a peaceful morning. By peaceful I mean no one has bothered me so far this morrow. But I knew it would not last long.
I suspect Celia should be in here at any moment coming to help me with my hair. Her patterns and routines were always the same and I rather enjoyed the predictability of her nature. I felt a sense of comfort with it.
As my finger weaves my hair into a braid my eyes zone in on one of the most recent letters from Cregan. He wished me a happy nameday that has now already passed. He claims that now that I am eighteen, I am considered old.
He was so dramatic.
I finish off the end of my final braid and I hear a light knock on my chamber door. Without looking I call them in. It was most likely Celia arriving to come clean up my chamber. I turn and my eyes narrow as I find Lord Gerold giving a low bow of his head.
My eyes dart to his hands as he holds a letter in them. His wide eyes cause my chest to tighten in suspense. I quickly stand from my sitting position and head toward him. Lord Gerold looks down at the ground before meeting my eyes.
"What is it, Lord Gerold?" I ask a tad impatiently.
He then says softly "I have received a letter from a friend from King's Landing."
My eyes slightly widen at his last words. I take a step forward, eager to hear the rest of his statement. He lets out a low sigh and gives me a small smile.
"Your family has just arrived; they are there to discuss the succession to Driftmark." He finishes off.
I feel my eyebrows narrow in confusion. I thought it was pretty clear that Lucerys would be the next Lord of the Tides. If someone was saying otherwise, then they were calling into question the legitimacy of his birth.
A scoffing chuckle escapes from me. That means that they would also be questioning Jacerys as well by extension. But my laugh slowly fades at the realization. My family was in the capital for the first time since I had been forced away.
I could go.
I could go and my father would not be able to be mad. It would make him look foolish. Because the nobles attending would see me 'showing' my support for Lucerys's claim. It would make us look untied, a formidable force.
Even if that was not exactly why I wanted to attend. All I want is to just see Helaena and perhaps Aemond. I want to be able to figure out what is going on with our letters. Because I know someone is involved in our loss of communication.
I watch Lord Gerold give me a knowing smile as he says, "I will look after everything. Go see her."
A smile begins to grow brightly on my face before I rush to him and pull him into a hug. He lets out a light chuckle as he returns my hug by wrapping his arms securely around me. He knew of my attempts to contact her and how desperately I wanted to see her.
