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 Seventy-Seven: A Heart in Mourning
Vhaela Targaryen
The night has crept by and blossomed with the daylight that once again shines upon the land. I stay in my seated position against Cannibal blankly staring at the water. Sitting with my mind void of any thoughts and of my heart which has turned numb from the pain.
The ripples of soft waves pass by the time as darkness once again blankets the sky. Stars litter the atmosphere beaming down in soft sprinkles of twinkling light. The beauty of it evades me as my eyes stay centered on the water in front of me. Cannibal shifts his head occasionally, his melancholy green eyes intently staring into my soul.
We mourned silently as the void of time passed by.
When the sky is enveloped by the morning light, I hear distant footsteps approaching. The sound immediately stirs Cannibal as he emits a low warning growl to the intruder. I vacantly stared off into the distance not worried whatsoever of whoever was approaching.
The sound of a familiar voice beckons my attention with the use of my name. I knew who it would be. He had shown up just yesterday pleading for me to join him back inside the castle walls. I had silently refused, staying cemented in my seated position.
As the figure slowly bypasses Cannibal, I find Lord Rylon heading toward me. His gaze constantly flickers between Cannibal and me before he shifts down to kneel in place. Without so much as moving any part of my body, I gaze in his direction.
His expression holds one of sorrow and pity. Instead of the anger that would have arisen at the sight, his gaze meets mine with a cold indifferent stare. I watch as Lord Rylon's mouth moves but his words fall deaf to my ears.
There was nothing left in this world.
Just a mindless routine of night and day.
I then flicker my gaze back against the waterline as the consistent voice of Rylon's words pierces through the air, "My lady, it has been three days you need to at least eat something."
His words invade my thoughts pulling me from the darkness of my mind. My eyes slowly lower down to my disheveled tunic that is littered with blood and ash. The small bulge that resides there sends a tightness in my chest.
Three days.
It had been three days.
"Please I beg you, my lady. For the well-being of your child, I implore you to eat." Rylon pleads out while pushing something folded in a napkin.
A soft whine reverberates from Cannibal as if voicing out the same plead. It causes me to shift slightly in my seat with my muscles twinging from stiffness. I reach out and grab the small plate of meat and bread.
I reluctantly begin to slowly stuff it in my mouth. The flavors seep into my mouth like the taste of ash. Everything now feels empty, void of any richness that once existed in this cruel world. It was all gone. Everything.
