Abandoned and ignored by her father, Princess Vaella remained at her mother's side. Forced to watch as life went on for those around her, while her mind tortured her. A cacophony of voices whispering of the end of House Targaryen.
Female!OC x Otto...
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The midday sun warmed Vaella's skin as it streamed through the large windows of the Small Council's meeting chambers, tilting her face to meet the warm rays. A soft prodding disturbed Vaella's sense of peace. Her eyes snapped open, when they had fallen closed she did not know, gaze darting to where Rhaenyra hovered over her.
Vaella attempted to smile at her younger sister though it came across as more of a grimace. Her rise in status had further separated Vaella from her closest family member. While the heir had been granted a seat at her father's table, envy and resentment festering within Rhaenyra as she was forced to serve her older sister.
"Ser Ryam was a strong Lord Commander of the Kingsguard," Viserys spoke. "But he was ill for sometime. He passed in peace, I hope."
"Yes, Your Grace. He was found to have passed gently in his sleep. His remains are being prepared by the Silent Sisters." The Grand Maester explained. "The succeeding Lord Commander, Ser Harrold, would like to make haste in finding Ser Ryam's replacement on the kingsguard."
"Your Grace. My lords," Ser Harold stepped forward, addressing the council. "The kingsguard must soon be restored to its full complement of seven. With the help of the Hand, I've invited a number of fine candidates to court. All have passed fair trials."
The doors swung open, interrupting the Lord Commander as Lord Corlys rushed in, his boots thudding against the stone floor in his anger and haste. "Four ships have now been lost. The last one was flying my banner. The Stepstones have now grown into a conflagration, yet you sit here and dither about court business."
"If you've something to discuss, Lord Corlys-" Ser Otto began.
"I want to know what is to be done about my ships and my men."
"The Crown will compensate you for your ship and crew, and make an offering to the men's families."
"I don't want compensation," The Lord of Tides spit out, turning his attention to the King. "I want to seize the stepstones by force and burn out this Crabfeeder."
"I am not prepared to start a war with the Free Cities." The King replied.
"These Pirates are not the Free Cities." Lord Corlys argued.
"Who do you think provides them with their ships and tender?" Viserys questioned.
"In all of its history, my lord, the Seven Kingdoms have never entered open war with the Free Cities." Lord Beesbury spoke, drawing attention to himself. "Were that to happen the losses would be incalculable."
The Seasnake rounded the table, moving to stand over the elderly lord. "What reason does the Crabfeeder have to fear us?" Lord Corlys stepped back to address the rest of the lords. "The King's own brother has been allowed to seize Dragonstone and fortify it with an army of his gold cloaks. Daemon has squatted there for over half a year without even a protest from the Crown."
