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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121 A.C Driftmark
DEATH IS THE MOST DREADFUL path to lose someone in life, it comes unknown and unseen, the causes may be many but it only depends by what the Gods wish to be. Vellena Velaryon stood still holding Rhaenyra's hand and staring straight at the cold stoned body of Lady Laena Velaryon, her supposed aunt. She had never officially met the woman nor seen her, the only information she got were the letters Laena had usually written with Vellena's father, Laenor. Childbirth or a woman's battlefield would be how Lady Laena had found her end, and Vellena could only pray for her mother to not go through such horrible pain ever in her life.
"We join today at the Seat of the Sea 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" Ser Vaemond quoted, his sharp intimidating deep eyes frightening Vellena just by looking in his direction, unfortunately she had to look because it would be disrespectful for a princess to not pay attention at an event of such importance as Lady Laena's funeral. Vellena's violet eyes drifted towards the opposite side from her family's seat, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen was holding two little girls at her chest, the girls couldn't be older than her at least that's what Vellena pressumed.
"As she seats to sea for her final voyage, the Lady Laena leaves two true-born daughters on the shore. Though their mother will not return from their voyage, they will all remain bound together in blood" Vaemond continued, his gaze flickering to Prince Daemon, yet Vellena couldn't describe if it was a look of pride or regret, because Vaemond was very hard to read. Princess Vellena tried her best to seem in pain and surrow but truth be told she couldn't because some thoughts entirely forbidden were occupying her mind: Ser Harwin passed away. Vellena cried cradled in her mother's arms the morning the raven from Harrenhall arrived to inform them of the tragic news, she felt Rhaenyra sobbing too but of course the Princess Of Dragonstone maintained herself for the appearances and most importantly for her children.
"Salt courses through Velaryon blood. Our runs thick. Our runs true. And our must never thin" the words were meant to cut straight to the innocent hearts of Princess Rhaenyra's children, she had left for Dragonstone to get away from the whispers, which grew louder day by day, of their true parentage. Vellena could feel the heavy gaze of the second son of the sea, it was meant for her and her brothers even if she was too young to understand that the devilish eyes were there right beside them, they had always been following and watching their every move, but Vellena was yet a naive bud addictive to her books and storytellings about Valyria. Rhaenyra tightened her grip on both Jace's and Luke's shoulders bringing them closer under her wig like a female dragon protecting her hatchlings.
Suddenly all eyes and ears drifted towards the opposite part of Rhaenyra and her children, noticing Prince Daemon laugh, it was a small laugh of amusement, somehow painful: Daemon was not an expert in showing his sorrow. People felt pity for the Rogue Prince, he lived a happy life in Pentos with Lady Laena and their twin daughters, but the Gods were cruel and ripped that life away from all the four members of the family. Vellena studied the man slowly, he aspired a sense of fear but the hurt could be clearly seen in his lilac eyes, he had eyes like her and her mother and father.
