Targaryens are known to have queer costumes, an unusual tradition in which the brother and sister wed each other in order to secure the line of succession as pure as possible. Well, it is not always the Targaryens that have such habits, who says tha...
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121 A.C Driftmark
THE AIR AROUND HER WAS HEAVY AND FEARFUL, everyone has awoken from their bed: the King, some guards, and the Queen who resembled pure rage like a wild animal. The Maester was tending to Aemond's wound sewing his eye, Alicent was watching her son with a foolish hope that he shall be all healthy but when Mellos confirmed the scariest truth they all dreaded that Prince Aemond Targaryen had lost his sight at one of his eye and it cannot be healed, the red-haired woman glared towards Rhaenyra's children. Vellena sensed the Queen's gaze staring right through her soul, the princess was not able to speak anything or even breath normally, her cheeks and lilac eyes went dry from all the tears she had wiped. Jacaerys was holding his sister tight to his side, his fingers tangled in her palm around her knuckles, to keep her safe because the monsters have already prepared their claws. Little Luke was clutched to his older sister, both his hand gripping her strongly by the arm while dots of blood dripped from his broken nose staining the skirt of Vellena's nightgown. They were alone against the vultures in that room, that is what triggered a strange sensation of weakness, Rhaenyra was nowhere to be seen making her seem like a terrible mother in the eyes of the enemy.
"How could you allow such a thing to happen? I will have answers" the King Viserys shouted from over the Driftwood throne seat, Vellena's hand grew clincher around Jace's as she stared at the Maester tending her uncle. She sensed the fear on the edge of exploding outside her chest not realizing her grip on Jacaerys's hand was way too firm. "The princes were supposed to be abed, My King" Ser Harrold answered straight up in attempts of justifying the events were not to be blame on the knights. Jace traced his thumb over the back of Vellena's palm not caring her grasp was too tough that it hurt as he could not feel his hand.
"Who had the watch?" Viserys asked again, his eyes searching for the man irresponsible enough to put his family in danger. The little princess gazed down at her hand that was interlaced with Jace's, his soothing touch bringing a sene of peace through these wicked times begging in this room. "Young prince was attacked by his own cousins, Your Grace" Criston Cole reacted first defending Aemond indirectly and spreading lies about this horrible incident, the knight would spit everything to put Rhaenyra and her children in a bad light.
"You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!" The King spatted walking down the stairs of the Driftwood throne, supporting on his stick with one arm. Vellena gulped hardly leaning her forehead against Jace's shoulder screwing her eyes tightly as tears glide on the side of her head, Luke encircled his arms around his sister's waist slanting his head on the side of her body under her free arm. "I'm very sorry, Your Grace. The Kings guard has never had to defend princes from princes, Your Grace" Ser Westerling added short time after Viserys burst his anger over them, and the man was right because not ever in the history of the Targaryen Dynasty their kin, the children, fought and caused damage to one another.
