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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Members of the realm's noble houses that called the Red Keep home had gathered within the council chambers. The normally closed doors had been opened to allow a small celebration before journeying to the Kingswood where a grand hunt would be held in honor of the young prince's second name day.
Otto watched as the king and crowd of nobles fawn over the toddler, praising the similarities between father and son. His gaze slipping past his own daughter and grandson, landing on the golden-haired Princess. Vaella, unlike her sister, had welcomed Alicent into her small family, celebrating along with the realm when a boy had been born. During one of their strolls through the gardens she had confessed that she had expected her father to supplant her now that he had a son.
"Two years old and already our boy has a kingly presence." Hobert commented, coming to a stop at Otto's side.
"He may yet, brother, but this morning he insisted on eating porridge with his hands."
"He will grow," Hobert chuckled. "We're quite a party assembled in his honor. And surely by the end of this hunt, we shall have more to celebrate."
And what is that, pray tell." Otto finally tore his gaze off of the Princess, turning to his older brother.
"It is Aegon's second name day, his infancy is behind him. It only remains for Viserys to name him heir to the throne."
"I wouldn't be so sure."
"He's the king's firstborn son."
"I don't know that His Grace sees it so clearly."
"Then it lies with you to make him see it," The Lord of Oldtown advised, stepping closer to his younger brother. "Lord Hand."
The title was an insult as much as it was a reminder of his position. A second son blessed by the Seven and trusted by kings. And yet, face to face with his elder brother Otto recalled how little he was worth without the golden brooch pinned to his doublet.
"Princess Vaella has grown into a fine young lady, hasn't she?" Otto's eyes darted to his brother, finding more than simple adulation in Hobert's gaze. The Hand's hands flexed at his sides, wanting nothing more than to strike his brother. "She is betrothed?"
"No." The word came out strangled as Otto struggled to keep his composure.
"I imagine it won't be long. A beautiful, obedient woman will not go without any offers for her hand."
Otto looks back to Vaella, feeling the tension slowly seep from his body at the tender smile she gave her young brother. Her fingers stroked his pudgy cheek, laughing softly to herself when Aegon captured her finger in his fist.
"She will make a fine mother as well," Hobert points out. "Aegon adores her."
The tension returns tenfold at the thought of Vaella married to any pompous lord and being forced to bear their children. Otto stifles the anger catching alight, snuffing out the flames licking up his spine.
