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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127 A.C Driftmark/Dragonstone
MISSING HER BROTHER WHILE WRITING HIM RAVENS became the hobby Vellena both loved and detested, she was always the one to stay up until The Hour of the Wolf to be perfectly certain the parchment has no mistakes in it and that everyone put everything they meant to tell him. And just as the sun caressed her gentle cheeks Vellena would wake up in a heartbeat, not sleeping almost at all, kiss Lemoncake and rush straight to the ravenry, even if the royals should not go in there. But the princess was just too obstinate and blinded by deep longing for Jacaerys who shouldn't have left for war if Daemon kept his mouth shut.
The role of the eldest was now on her and it was exhausting, she loved her little brothers dearly but they could be way too much sometimes and Vellena enjoys her personal space full of books then reassuring Luke or Joffrey that Jace was alive. The one thing out of babysitting them was to read good-night stories before kissing their foreheads, a gesture that usually calmed their worries and brought the sleep easier leaving Vellena to worry alone in the darkness of her three brothers' chamber while staring at the empty bed on the left side of the room.
Even if Rhaenys held a deep hatred towards Rhaenyra and Daemon for murdering her son Laenor after Laena's death, she could never loathe her 'grandchildren' which she knew did not carry Velaryon blood, only the name. Vellena fancied her days on Driftmark, having lady talks with Baela and Rhaena or flying around the beach with Silverwing and Rhaena at her back while they were racing against Moondancer mounted by Baela. Yet, the princess still yearned for more, she loved exploring due to the infinite possibilities the world of books gave to her imagination.
Vellena was aware of the instructions told by her grandmother for her safety, they weren't supposed to wander alone in the towns or leave their chambers unless the worst occurred which Rhaenys prayed shan't ever. But the princess, known for her wild side and rarely respecting the rules, sneaked in her grandsire's empty quarters and stole a pair of male clothing, surely Vellena would give them back. The corridors were rather too quiet and no guard came in her sight as she creeped out of the huge castle of Driftmark, a pleased grin forming on her lips as she realized all the knights had the same level of stupidity: once the lords and ladies fell into sleep, they all did whatever their mind desired.
The Hull was a town on the island of Driftmark in the crownlands, located beneath the walls of the Castel Driftmark and took its name from the rows of ship hulls at anchor below the castel. On nighttime the Hull was similar to the other towns from Westeros, full of people drinking, dancing, others acting and of course whoring. As a girl of her age of 15, Vellena had enough knowledge about what the word whore or any similarities to it, but both Rhaenyra and Rhaenys advised her to avoid this unknown part of the world for now. The streets were lighted by the torches on every building as the witches asked anyone if they wished to know the future, and the merchants tried to sell Essosi freight. A play about Lord Corlys's adventures on the Narrow Sea was being related due to the amusement of the crowd, it could be seen how these citizens cared about their feudal lord and that warmed Vellena's heart, proudness for her grandsire raising in her.
