'𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂,
𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀.'
Eleana Targaryen returns to with her father and sisters to the seven kingdoms, the once quiet girl now a dragon with a speaking fo...
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ELAENA STOOD stubbornly beside her father, his hand gripping hers with a molten grip as she stared with violet eyes towards the carved coffin that held her mother's body.
dear gods, why her? she had often thought to herself within the few days, why not me, why take my gentle mother?
"We join today at the seat of the sea," her grand-uncle Vaemond began his speech, the Valyrian comfortable to her ears -both her mother and father made sure to it, that their girls were fluent within their home language- but her eyes couldn't move from the stones coffin and she squeezed her fathers hand tightly, a lump forming in her throat. "To commit the lady laena of house Velaryon , to the eternal waters, the dominion of the merling king, where he will guard her for all the days to come."
it felt as if she couldn't breathe as if there were stones placed upon her chest as her breaths began to shorten, her lips parting and her violet eyes stinging sharply, "as she sets to sea for her final voyage, the Lady Laena leaves three true-born daughters on shore."
was her mouth this dry earlier? She felt shaky, perhaps she needed a drink. her chin trembled and daemon clamped a steadying hand upon his eldest shoulder, a worrying gleam within his eyes.
"Though their mother will not return from her voyage," he continued, yes she will, this is all a dream, a terrible dream. Elaena thought stubbornly, blinking harshly. "They will all remain bound together in blood."
"Salt courses through Velaryon blood," he paused, his eyes straying from his mourning nieces to the crown princess.
"Ours run thick, ours run true." He stopped, as if contemplating his next words and Elaena wished to scream, stop! But her tongue never lifted and she felt as if the earth was leaving her feet. "AndOurs must never thin."
the tense silence was broke by her father, Daemon, chuckling rather strangely. she looked at him with a sharp, narrowed glare and roughly slammed her heel into his foot as he stopped his chuckling to glower at her.
"Mother would be disappointed within you, father." Elaena hissed, ripping her hand from his iron grasp as she stood beside him rather than leaning into him, her footing shaky.
"Elaena-" Daemon started, his hands stopping just above her silver and black hair, before she stopped him. "Not now Father, please."
with a sigh, she turned her eyes back to her grand-uncle, who continued after the prolonged silence, "My gentle niece, may the winds be as strong as your back, your seas as calm as your spirit and your nets be as full as your heart."
