Storm Approaching

Chapter 06; Laenor

Nothing made sense anymore. She was considered a woman, even though she didn't feel like it. Two women she cared for were fighting. Aegon wasn't the person she thought he was. Her birth father was dead. Then there was Baela and Jace...

There was nothing wrong with Baela and Jace. Vaelora was the problem. For a while, she had noticed that she stared at Jace a lot longer than she stared at other boys, but Aegon was always there to pull her attention away from him. He had the advantage of being an older boy. Vaelora fell into the trap a lot of other girls fell into.

But after all he said and attempted to do, she didn't feel the same when she looked at him. No longer did she become giddy with joy when he spoke to her. She didn't even go out of her way to speak to him like she used to. Whenever she'd spot him, she'd feel his hand on her thigh and would speed walk in the other direction. Then she'd feel guilty for feeling this way because wives were supposedly suppposed to just deal with whatever their husbands wanted. Then she'd feel conflicted because no one told her why it had to be that way and it didn't feel right.

When she saw Baela though? All that confusion would go away. Baela The Beautiful. Everything about her was stunning. She hadn't known her for long, but her presence was already gladly appreciated.

Baela was kind to her aswell. Calling someone "kind" may be very basic, but lots of people lacked that basic ability.

Plenty of times Vaelora would look down at Baelas hand and desperately want to hold it. She always stopped herself from doing so. Wanting to do such a thing was unnatural.

Why couldn't Vaelora or Baela be born a boy? She'd beg Daemon for her hand. Not just because of her looks, but because of her intelligence, fierceness, loyalty, kindness, sympathy, everything.

But then there was Jace. So maybe it was a good thing she was born a girl.

Ugh. None of it mattered anyway. She'd have to marry Aegon. Especiallly after the fight that happened. House Hightower and Targaryen needed to continue to have an alliance. Even if she could back out, it'd look terrible on her and her family.

Why couldn't she be in a world where she could do whatever? Aegon The Conqueror had two wives, and if you were technical, that meant Visenya and Rhaenys were kinda married to each other also.

Gods, her head hurt.

When her head started to ache she didn't call for a maester. Instead, she went to find Laenor. She hadn't spoken to him much since the funeral. She spent most of her time locked in her temporary room.

Her small hands knocked on the large door in front of her. She was grateful to hear Laenor welcome her inside once he heard her voice asking if he was awake.

"Did I wake you?" She asked as she poked her head in. "I can go. It's rather early".

Laenor sat on his bed in pajamas, eyes looking up from the leather journal he held in his hands. She had seen him write in that same journal more than a few times. Was she interrupting something? Maybe she should just walk back to her room.

"Come in" he ushered. He wrapped a strap around the book and set it on a side stand. "A nightmare? Or maybe an illness?" He guessed.

Vaelora sighed and shut the door. "An illness. But not one I'm used to having" the words came out mournful, and she kept her eyes down as she climbed to her spot on the bed next to him. She noted her mother not being here. What was going on between them? "I wanted to checked on you. I apologize for shutting myself in my chambers"".

Laenor rubbed her shoulder. "No need to apologize. What happened between your mother and the Queen was..." he trailed off. Vaelora looked up at him now, watching as his eyebrows scrunched together.