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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125 A.C
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DRAGONSTONE:
THE IDEA OF RIDING A DRAGON WAS BOTH THRILLING AND DANGEROUS but for Vellena it was the most dreadful wish she desired from this life, it did not scare at all yet on the contrary she could drown herself in her books in the search of a dragon. As young as she was, Vellena knew every dragon and its riders since the times of the Conquest, holding no favorite in her heart except for one female dragon that once belonged to her great-great-great grandmother, The Good Queen Alysanne. Silverwing was a silvery she-dragon, with grey cold eyes, being considered as relatively docile and friendly to strangers, in Vellena's opinion, the most fitted dragon her. As far as she knew, the dragons had their lairs on the Dragonmont, a huge volcano seated on the island of Dragonstone, close enough to the castel she now lived in. If she was honest to herself, Vellena could not say she missed King's Landing, on the contrary it was a relief that no disgraceful eyes and depraved whispers were reaching her ears anymore, even if she had never understood their meaning, but the little princess had been well aware of their insupportable existence.
The Princess Vellena turned 13 namedays two weeks ago, surely she received many lovely gifts from her brothers and mother. Rhaenyra surprised her daughter with a lemon cake on the morning of her nameday, a red candle flickering in the middle, which Vellena had to blow out after making a secret wish: the same every year, a dragon, beautiful and fierce. Lucerys, almost 12 years old, admired Vellena considerably due to her great mind and ideal acquaintance in High Valyrian: The youngest woman of a Great Valyrian House to speak the hardest of tongues. He knew his little gift did not seem very impressive for a girl like Vellena, but Luke still jumped up on the edge of her bed and handed her the small piece of paper with ripped ledges. A cute drawing of Vellena riding a dragon with no color on it: "You can imagine its shades and then after you have it we can fly together" Lucerys looked so sweet that Vellena had to blink away her tears as she pressed her lips on his forehead while murmuring a muffled thank you. Watching her children be so affectionate always made Rhaenyra's heart melt, sometimes wondering deep down how could have been times when she wished not to become a mother, stupidity of youth.
Daemon was leaned against the doorframe silently observing the tender scene, he was perfectly aware of Vellena's dislike for him so he would not step over her boundaries, and could not argue nor blame her because as Rhaenyra usually told him whenever he confessed his pushes to get to Vellena and failed admirably, Vellena adored Laenor way too much to replace him as a father. Rhaena was the next to bring her gift, a slightly big brown box with a red ribbon tied on the middle of it and she smiled when her stepsister took the box so eagerly and placed on her lap.
