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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122 A.C
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KING'S LANDING THE ROWDINESS OF THE PRINCESS'S disappearance spread into the entire castel, even the citiziens have heard of this catastrophe, the women with their caring hearts praying to the Seven with wet eyes, men on the other hand laughing absrudly yet stating the rumors of Vellena and her brothers' bastardy along with considering the little princess unusual due to her passion in studying, a woman must bear children or give pleasure was the only fact the men from Westeros knew. Life was unmerciful for women in that world, being cognizant of the only feature that mattered for others was their bodies was the most depraved fate a human could have.
The moment princess Rhaenyra got informed of her daughter's sudden vanishing, the woman's heartbeat disrupted, her lungs refusing to inhale air until she was awoken by the soft little cries of her baby boy, Joffrey giggling in his crib. Rhaenyra pulled herself together rubbing the fragile skin of the babe, she was there for her children, she lived for her children, she would do anything required for her amazing beautiful and intelligent children.
With just a single nod and the notice of her only tear flowing slowly between her nose and cheek, both Laenor and Ser Harwin understood what was needed to be done, princess Vellena must be found without any cost. It was true that Laenor's mind was not always present at attending his children, helping his wife and being in their lifes, but when it came to Vellena nothing could stand in his way, he may not shown it very often yet the prince consort loved his one and only daughter perhaps even more than his own days, parents aren't supposed to have a favourite child however Laenor had, how could he not when Vellena existed, when her mere presence made his soul full of pure joy, when her sweet pleading purple eyes caused Laenor to go to the library while he had other much important tasks to do, and bring Vellena a book after her presence in there became forbidden.
It was the seventh day already when the door of the sharing apartment prompted the breaths of Rhaenyra and her boys to desist as they watched Ser Harwin humbly stepping in with a respectful bow.
"Where's my daughter, commander?" Rhaenyra's voice cracked breaking the deathly silence in the chamber, Jacaerys and Lucerys shared the look of hope they usually had when this question was asked.
"My sincere apologies, your grace. But the princess Vellena was not found yet" Ser Harwin's head wobbling solemly while his heart broke in piece because he was forced to give this poisoned answer once again.
After the knight closed the door with his leaving, Jacaerys deep anger raised up beyond limits making the prince scream out his lungs, hit the floor with one of his foot and punch whatever his eyes laid on even if it was a very valuable glass fragile statue which touched the ground breaking into thousands of sharp pieces.
