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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The sound of waves crashing against the rocks below filled the air, mixing with Ser Vaemond Velaryon's speech. A stone coffin holding the body of Lady Laena Velaryon sat on the edge of a cliff as men wrapped ropes around it. Vaella's gaze drifted from the sarcophagus to where Rhaenyra stood. The two sisters mirrored each other, both holding tight to their sons. Rhaenyra's arms wrapped around the two dark-haired boys, protectively pulling them closer to her. Vaella's own arm was wrapped around Jaehaerys's shoulders, tucking him closer to her side while her hand rested on her swollen stomach.
"īlon join tubī rȳ se seat hen embar naejot commit se riñnykeā laena hen lentor Velaryon naejot se aeternus unda, se potestas hen merling dārys, skoriot ziry jāhor custos zȳhon syt ry se tubissa naejot māzigon. Hae ziry sets naejot embar syt zȳhon mōrī voyage, se riñnykeā Laena tēmbi inkot lanta drēje-āzma filiae va se rāenion. Etiamsi pōja muñnykeā jāhor daor reditus hen zȳhon navigo, pōnta jāhor umbagon certus isse ānogar," Ser Vaemond's hateful gaze turned to Rhaenyra and her sons. "Lopor courses rȳ Velaryon ānogar. īlvon dakogon qumblie. īlvon dakogon drēje. Se īlvon līs dōrī vasrie." We join today at the Seat of the Sea to commit the Lady Laena of House Velaryon to the eternal waters, the dominion of the Merling King, where he will guard her for all the days to come. As she sets to sea for her final voyage, the Lady Laena leaves behind two true-born daughters on the shore. Though their mother will not return from her voyage, they will remain bound in blood. Salt courses through Velaryon blood. Ours runs thick. Ours runs true. And ours must never thin.
A giggle interrupted the solemn moment as the attendees turned to look at Prince Daemon. Vaella glanced to where Otto stood at her side, finding him focused on the gold brooch pinned to his lapel. Her hand slipped in his, stealing his attention away from the symbol of office.
"Issa lenis tala" Ser Vaemond continued as the ropes were pulled taunt, causing Laena's coffin to slide closer to the edge. "Licet se jelmior sagon hae kostōba hae aōha arlī, aōha seas hae gīda hae aōha deus, se aōha rete sagon hae lēda hae aōha prūmia. Hen se embar īlon māzigon. Naejot se embar īlon et revertetur." My gentle niece, may the winds be as strong as your back, your seas as calm as your spirit, and your nets be as full as your heart. From the sea we came. To the sea we shall return.
"The smell of salt and dragon breath." Vaella muttered, the same words of warning from years ago falling from her lips with saddened finality.
Otto's hand squeezed her own as a loud splash filled the air an Laena's coffin tumbled over the edge, disappearing into the waves below.
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After the funeral, the guests were invited to socialize on a balcony jutting out of the cliffside. Vaella's arm brushed against Otto's side, resisting the urge to tuck herself into his embrace in an effort to escape.
