the lily ʲᵃᶜᵃᵉʳʸˢ ᵛᵉˡᵃʳʸᵒⁿ

𝘱 𝘳 𝘰 𝘭 𝘰 𝘨 𝘶 𝘦.

────⋆˖ ݁༉‧₊˚🗡️🪷❀༉‧₊˚.݁˖⋆────

Vaella Targaryen is perfection indeed. From the moment Queen Alicent was in labour Vaella did no trouble. She was the only child Alicent became quickly and without fuss. Though she would tell the whole world all of her children came that way. A lie she would tell everyone to feel superior over all the other women.

Sadly, this was her only opportunity to feel superior. So she used it every time she could and took advantage of it. The jealous looks, the sad eyes, the broken posture. She loved it. It was even more satisfying as one of her children's birth was actually easy and nearly painless. Maybe Alicent's body was used to the heavy burden. Maybe Alicent did something different. Or maybe Vaella really was perfect from the first moment on.

Vaella acts obedient, active and always has a nice word to offer for everyone, even to the most invisible servants. She adores dancing and needlework and has an unhealthy obsession with cakes. Alicent saw in her daughter her past self, the perfect daughter.

Only she wasn't. Unlikle her siblings, Vaella hasn't captured a single Tragaryen feature. No soft violet eyes, no Silver hair, no sharp features. She looks like one of Rhaenyra's sons. Rather likley to be a Strong than a Targaryen.

And visible imperfection was the one thing Alicent couldn't tolerate. She could tolerate Aegon's lechery behind closed doors, Aemond's seething rage fought out in the training court and Helaena's fascination of bugs hidden in the shadwos.

So even if Alicent got the perfect portrayal of daughter, it wasn't enough. It would never be enough for the green Queen. Nothing would ever be enough to truly satisfy her.

────⋆˖ ݁༉‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.݁˖⋆────