Targaryens are known to have queer costumes, an unusual tradition in which the brother and sister wed each other in order to secure the line of succession as pure as possible. Well, it is not always the Targaryens that have such habits, who says tha...
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"The only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon was itself..."
IT WAS THE KING'S wish that his daughter's first born to be the one to succed her on the iron throne, no matter the gender. In Lord Corlys's prespective the one to inherit Driftmark must be without a doubt a boy, handsome, strong warrior and to adore the sea.
So when Rhaenyra Targaryen brought her second child into the world, a little girl with purple eyes and light chocolate locks some could say it were the colour silver from a distance, just two years after the birth of Jacaerys, Corlys was disappointed, furious and ill, he would never allow a girl to sit the Driftwood throne, therefore one who didn't even resemble a true Velaryon.
The spirits calmed when the crown princess got gifted with a third child a year later and this time another boy, dark curly hair not a sow of Velaryon feature but Corlys could be blind to the male babes of "his son" and enterily ignore the granddaughter that could be described more of a Targaryen than a Velaryon.
VELLENA VELARYON was usually a quite girl, observing the whole situation before her mouth spoke the sluttiest comments that sometimes were taken as a joke but more of a insult especially in Queen Alicent's perspective, the loathe she had for the princess Rhaenyra growing with each day passing by. Unlike her two brothers, Vellena's egg had never hatched and with that the little princess's hopes to ride a dragon, majestic and wonderful as her mother's Syrax, or Vhagar, the Queen of all Dragons, were very low.
But the princess was more ambitious than it seemed, if she could not have a dragon, she would do excellent in other aspects so Vellena became the most studious girl the castel ever heard of, even the Maester himself was impressed when he caught Vellena asleep in the library late at nights with millions of books surronding her.
Due to her unbreakable routine of studying and reading every book she laid eyes on, Vellena became fluent in high valyrian at the mere age of nine making her the youngest person in history to speak the most hardest language of all. Vellena's intelligence was remarkable and very rare because the realm could never accept a woman with such qualities.
"I wish that I was born a man!" the girl shouted once when her presence was forbidden from the castel library and knowing the reason of it was enough to set tears in her soft eyes.
"No!" Rhaenyra's head shook as she bent down to the height of the child cupping her face in her hands.
"You were born my daughter! My perfect child whom I love beyond words can be spoken. Anyone else can boil inside because they are jealous of what you can do, Vellena. They know you will overcome them and that can be the scariest feeling" the heir's words were as true as the sun, the salty tears of Vellena wetting her mother's thumbs that gently caressed the light soft cheeks of the princess.
