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 sun had set over the Red Keep as the castle's inhabitants returned to their apartments. A tense silence filled the King's chambers as Viserys and his daughters dined. Vaella sat between her sister and father, eyes darting between the two. Occasionally the two would share a glance but neither made a move to speak, the only sound was the clanging of silverware.
"The chicken is well prepared." Vaella grimaced as the words spilled from her tongue, regretting speaking. She looked to Rhaenyra, silently begging the younger girl to say something, anything.
"It is." Viserys agreed.
A heavy sigh fell from Rhaenyra's lips. "We haven't spoken much since..."
"A regret of mine," Viserys spoke, gaze darting between his only living children. "We should be free to speak our minds to one another. All three of us."
"You can say whatever you'd like. You are the king." Rhaenyra grinned, teasing the older man.
"I loved your mother," Viserys's voice was thick with emotion. "Very much."
Vaella's gaze fell to her plate, pushing the remnants of her meal around with the back of her fork. Her stomach twisted and turned as vitriol boiled in her chest. The bitter taste of anger spread across her tongue as she swallowed the poison she longed to spew, her throat burning as she attempted to push it down.
"As did I." Rhaenyra whispered.
"How went the kingsguard posting?" Viserys questioned, turning to look at his eldest daughter. "Did you choose a knight?"
Her lips parted, venomous barbs pooling in her mouth. Vaella's jaw sprung shut, dooming whatever words that had gathered to die on her tongue. She swallowed the bile, pushing away her feelings of malice. "It went well."
"Ser Harrold provided a fine field of tourney knights," Rhaenyra sat up straighter, launching into an explanation of how she had been the one to choose the correct knight. "But in questioning them, I discovered that Ser Criston was the only man among them with true battle experience."
"So Ser Criston was who you chose, Vaella?" Viserys asked, ignoring Rhaenyra desperate attempt for praise and recognition.
"Yes."
"You heeded the word of your council," Viserys praised, leaning over to clap a hand on Vaella's back. "A good ruler is only as wise as those who sit at his table."
Vaella slowly nodded, shrinking away from her father's touch.
"Today at Small Council-" Rhaenyra tried once more.
"Pay it no mind." Viserys interrupted.
"I thought I might have had some insight."
"You're young," Viserys dismissed Rhaenyra's attempts at conversation. "You will learn. Follow in Vaella's steps and you may have a seat on her council like Daemon has on mine."
