Maenya Targaryen.
Born in 96 AC,
The first child of Aemma and Viserys Targaryen,
All seemed well, Maenya was "The gem of the Kingdoms" her younger sister, Rhaenyra was " The realms delight" and her mother was pregnant again, this time with a boy
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Maenya POV
Otto Hightowers voice echoed throughout the throne room. "Though it is the great hope of this court that Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with a grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As hand, I speak with the kings voice on this and all other matters" He sat down on the iron throne "The crown will now hear the petitions"
The room was split in two.
On the left was Rhaenyra, Harwin and their children, all dressed in black.
On the right, Myself, Daemon, my oldest four children and my stepdaughter Rhaena. All dressed in red. And by our side there was Alicent, Helaena, Aemond and Aegon. All dressed in green with red features to their clothings, ether rings or necklaces or chain or even the buttons on their overcoats. Red and Green.
The tension was thick. Alicent kept an Ser Vaemond as he moved to make his petition. Helaena and Aegon stood close to one another, from what I had heard their marriage had been rocky to start but they had grown to be comfortable with each other by now.
I wasn't foolish, I noticed the glances that Aemond and Helaera were giving to each others, they weren't cruel or lustful, more...fascinated.
Vaemor and Rhaena stood close to one another, as always.
Naemala looked like she'd rather be anywhere else than standing in the same room as Rhaenyra's boys.
And Laella, as always, stood close to me, on my left.
Daemon was too next to me, on my right though, his eyes scanning over the entire room, waiting for something to happening, preparing incase it did.
Vaemond nodded his head to us. "Princess, my queen, my lord hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the seven kingdoms to the days of old Valyria. For as long as house Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land knowing that were they to fail it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Diftmark defending my brother seat. I am Lord Corlys closets kin, his own blood. The true unimpeachable blood of house Velaryon runs through my veins"
Rhaenyra interrupted his petition. Classic Rhaenyra, sticking herself in when she didn't belong.
"As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon"
