Stranger - hotd Cregan Stark

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The Queen hadn't refused, nor accepted Rhaenyra's proposal, however by the end of the week. The Velaryons had fled to Dragonstone, to hope and quell the rumors that surrounded the parentage of the Velaryon children.

Velaena had liked it there, she enjoyed the beach, despite it now being too cold to swim. She had made plans with Laenor to explore the caves and various beaches that could be found on the island. And already she had started on various drawings of the more than lush landscape.

Her belongings hadn't yet been fully unpacked when the terrible news of both Ser Harin, his father, and Laena Velaryons passing broke. Lord Strong and his heir had perished in a fire, whereas Laena Velaryon had died during childbirth, choosing a dragonriders death as the child couldn't come and would kill her otherwise.

The children had cried in their rooms, Jacaerys and Lucerys had huddled together and the eldest child had demanded to go to the funeral. Rhaenyra wouldn't allow them to but instead ordered her children to tend to Laenor, and join him to put his sister in her grave af Driftmark.

The trip wasn't long, and due to all the chaos Valaena hadn't had the chance to meet her grandfather or mother when they had arrived. The children now stood, their backs close to their mother as Vaemond Velaryon spoke in High Valyrian. Bidding their aunt a safe passage. Though it irked Valaena how he spoke of blood, rather than paid respect to her passing.

She clenched her fists, holding onto her skirts tightly when Laena's husband loudly snorted. Hiding his laughter at the words that were spoken. Valaena raised her chin then. Looking at him with wonder.

The young princess had quickly left her mother's side to find her aunt. While many Lord's and Ladies conversed, Valaena crouched down to sit besides Helaena. Who was busy eyeing a set of bugs in glass jars.

"I finished your drawing." Smiled Valaena. "It's in my chambers, I will show it to you at breakfast. Mother says you are all to stay here."

Aegon and Aemond looked at the two girl's. The older Prince scoffed. "You marry her then."

"I would, if only mother had betrothed us." Remarked Aemond."It would keep or Valyrian blood pure."

"She might still consider betrothing you to our dear niece, brother." 

Aemond scoffed then, rolling his eyes. "She is a bastard-"

"She has just as much Valyrian blood as us, if not also more than her brothers, considering her hair and eyes hmmh."

"They're twins." Scoffed Aemond.

"Valaena."

The young Princess looked up to be met with the face of her older uncle. Aegon had raised his brow at her before staring at his sister. She noticed how Aemond scoffed at his older brother. His arms had been folded together.

"Wench!" Called Aegon at a Servant before taking his niece's arm and dragging her with him. She shoved him off, which earned her a look before he continued on his path to become horribly drunk.

"Laena." Spoke Aemond as he gave his niece a curt nod. She frowned at him. "Mother told me Aegon and Helaena are to marry."

"We might be." Mumbled Aemond as he turned around, facing his niece with his back.

"Aemond, come." The boy felt reluctant as his niece pulled on his sleeve. Edging him closer towards the railing of the platform they stood on.

"Do you hear that?"

Far away, in the distance, the pained cries of a dragon could be heard. They were faint, yet bone chilling. "My cousin Rhaena had every chance, did she not." Encouraged Valaena her uncle as she tugged him closer.