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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An orange glow poured in through sheer curtains, lighting up the room with the early day sun. The sound of seagulls and crashing waves drifting in from the open balcony doors. Vaella rested upon the chaise near Otto's desk, occasionally he would tear his eyes away from the words he was scratching across parchment to watch as her delicate fingers slipped the needle through the dark green fabric.
He slumped back in his chair, lifting the cup of lavender tea to his lips. "You know, my darling, you needn't mend my clothes for me. There are servants capable of the work."
"It is not work, Otto, if I enjoy doing it."
Eyes on her still, the man watched as she tilted the doublet for him to see the small seven-pointed star she had stitched into the collar. He smiled at the sight, nodding to the fabric.
"So the gods are with me."
Vaella nodded, beaming at her husband for understanding. "I still need to finish Jae's before..." She trailed off, dropping the embroidery to her lap.
"Before what, my love?"
She shook her head, moving the embroidery to the low table beside her. As her lips parted to answer him the doors of their chambers swung open and the children poured in. Jaehaerys and Daeron rushed to the rug in front of Vaella, spreading wooden soldiers and dragons across the carpet. Maelora ran in after them, grasping at the toys in an effort to play with her brother and nephew.
"I'm your aunt, you must let me play with you." Mae demanded.
"As your uncle I don't have too." Daeron argued back.
"How are you feeling mother?" A quieter voice asked from beside Vaella.
She turned, smiling at her eldest and youngest daughter. Aella struggled out of her sister's hold, toddling towards her other siblings with her cloth doll held tightly in her fist.
"I am fine, Aemma." Vaella answered. She moved slightly, making room for the girl to join her. Aemma pressed her head against Vaella's chest, pale blonde hair brushing against Vaella's chin.
Aemma smiled softly, tucking herself into her mother's side. "Will you read to us?"
"Yes!" Mae blurted out, eyes instantly darting to Vaella at the suggestion of a story.
"Manners, Maelora." Otto corrected, though the corners of his mouth twitched upwards at the determined furrow of her brow.
"Please, mother." Jae added on before Mae could rectify her mistake.
"Hey! I was going to say that."
"You were too slow, Mae." Jae pointed out, shrugging his shoulders as he moved the toy soldier from Aella's reach.
"Was not." Mae argued.
"He's right you were." Daeron joined in, grinning at the glare Maelora sent his way.
