Abandoned and ignored by her father, Princess Vaella remained at her mother's side. Forced to watch as life went on for those around her, while her mind tortured her. A cacophony of voices whispering of the end of House Targaryen.
Female!OC x Otto...
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The Queen's apartments were large, with sweeping windows overlooking the sprawling gardens. Aemma Arryn had been confined to her chambers long before her husband was named king, restricted to the space between the birthing bed and the marital sheets. Vaella had been the first babe to survive long past the cradle, much to the delight of her parents. And for a time she was adored by both her mother and father. Though as she grew older and exhibited behaviors that others found odd, Viserys withdrew his affection. Instead focusing on his second born daughter and only other living child.
Vaella did not fault her sister for being their father's favorite, she knew she was odd compared to Rhaenyra. Whereas the younger princess was clever and charismatic, Vaella was odd and unable to hold a conversation. Her mind whispered to her at all hours, telling her things she shouldn't know, revealing what was to come.
"My dear," Aemma began as attendants busied themselves around her, laying her hand on Vaella's shoulder and looking down at her. "As much as I cherish your company, you cannot stay cooped up in here all day."
Vaella's gaze bore into the open book on her lap, though her eyes were glazed over and unseeing. Images painted themselves in her mind, warning her of something. Her breath stilled in her chest, skin tightening over her bones. The words on the page swirled and danced, forming a stage made of sticks. A crowned figure danced atop the sticks, Vaella's eyes followed the movement as the figure threw his arms up. A woman appeared at the top of the page hurtling downwards, her stomach swelled and deflated several times before she crashed into the stage of sticks. The crowned figure quickly jumped out of the way and disappeared. Flames erupted from where he had stood, igniting the wooden dais and swallowing the woman's body.
"Vaella?" Aemma called, snapping Vaella out of her vision.
The Princess twisted from her position on the floor to look up at her mother. Watery blue eyes stared straight through Aemma, as if she wasn't there, causing a chill to run down the Queen's spine. She quickly pushed past the feeling of dread settling in her stomach, reaching a hand out to cup the side of Vaella's face.
"Just breathe, sweet girl. It's over now."
Vaella forced the trapped air from her lungs, relaxing into her mother's touch.
Aemma gently smiled at her eldest child, watching as life returned to Vaella's bright blue eyes. Arryn blue, Aemma vaguely thought, brushing her thumb over the sallow skin under Vaella's eye. "You need sunlight and fresh air."
"So do you." Vaella finally responded to her mother, voice cracking as if it had not been used in centuries.
Aemma chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss to Vaella's forehead. Her gaze flitted up as she pulled away, a grin pulling at her lips. "Ah, Rhaenyra," Vaella turned to where her sister had entered the room, lifting a hand in greeting. "You know I don't like you to go flying while I'm in this condition."
