Vahaevon is Rhaenyra Targaryen's eldest child, the only one of all her children to be born blind.
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{Selcouth - unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous.}
{126AC - Sunspear}
"So you are the Blind Prince?" The prince of Dorne questioned as he circled Vahaevon. The captain, who had introduced himself to Vahaevon as Quentyn, watched his prince circle the boy.
The prince was clearly amused by the Velaryon prince, resisting the urge to touch the silver curls or Vahaevon's pale skin. He had never seen anyone with skin as pale as his or with such pretty hair.
"Your beast is quite the horror, the dreaded Cannibal." He commented after Vahaevon gave no response to his taunting question. He watched closely as the boy's face twitched a little, as if he had never heard those words before.
"We attempted to shoot it out of the sky, like we did during the conquest..." The Prince's words trailed off as he watched the Velaryon frown. His appearance marred by confusion and anger.
"But the bolts hardly made a scratch, and we lost several men in the process." The man finished with a sigh. Moving to sit on his throne rather than pacing around Vahaevon more.
It was silent for a moment, no one spoke and the only real noise was the sound of the Dornish prince tapping his knuckles against one of the wooden arms of his seat.
"What do you intend to do with me? You must be aware that I hold little value to both House Targaryen and House Velaryon." Vahaevon questioned, his voice unwavering and strong despite being in the midst of people, who he assumed to be enemies.
"We are very aware of that, which is why I'll let you stay!" The Prince said jovially as he once again rose from his seat.
This surprised Vahaevon as he had been taugh that the Dornish had no fondness for any of those from the House of Dragon. He could feel the Prince getting closer to him, to the point he could feel the man's breathing on his skin.
"Though I do wish for something in return for this kindness, of course."
{126AC - King Viserys Vessel}
"Vahaevon is dead, isn't he?" The King's second son spoke softly to his mother. His face covered by bandages, which were reeking of bread mold (penicillin, I used the asoiaf wiki).
"It isn't certain, but it is very likely, yes." His mother admitted, her voice a little timid as she told her son the truth. Aemond was silent, his face still aching and his heart now heavy with the news of his nephew's death.
Within a matter of days, Aemond lost his eye and his friend. He got a dragon in return, but even then it felt unfair. He worked tirelessly to make himself noteworthy as a second son, for which he received only kindness from his mother and some compliments from Ser Criston.
