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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In the peaceful quiet of their chambers Otto watched as Vaella brushed through her hair, the soft glow of the fire burning in the hearth set her golden locks alight. His eyes drank in her beauty, admiring the way her dressing gown parted around the swell of her stomach. In that moment he was reminded of their first night as husband and wife.
"I can feel your eyes." Vaella spoke, setting down the comb and beginning to section her hair to braid it.
"Join me." He replied, voice low and husky.
Bright blue eyes turned to meet his, staring at his position on the bed. "And when my hair is a mess on the morrow, will you deal with it?"
"Gladly."
His lips pulled into a smirk as she stood. Large hands settled on her waist, helping her onto the mattress and pulling her closer. Her knees bracketed his hips, resting her weight on the balls of her feet as she sat back to watch him admire the curves motherhood had gifted her with.
Otto's fingers danced over the taunt flesh of Vaella's stomach, running up the sides of her torso to trace along the hem of her dressing gown. He stopped at the single clasp, pulling it undone and shoving it from her shoulders. The chemise she wore was simple, designed for comfort in the last months of pregnancy. He leaned forward, peppering sweet kisses along the bare skin of her neck.
"I am already heavy with your child, Otto," Vaella sighed, tilting her head back to grant him better access. "What more could you want."
"Perhaps I merely want to lavish my wife with such attention," He whispered into her skin, nipping at the corner of her jaw. His arm around her waist tightened, pressing her closer to his torso while his other hand cupped the back of her head. Vaella squealed as he flipped them over, melting into the mattress at her husband's sensual touch. "I can stop, if that's what you wish for."
Vaella's hands gripped at his shoulders as he went to pull away. "Don't you dare, Otto."
He chuckled at the desperation clear in Vaella's tone, warm fingers slipping under her chemise. Her skin tingled as his hand settled between her thighs, waiting for the promised pleasure. Vaella's eyes snapped up to him when he didn't move.
"Manners, darling girl." Otto murmured, pushing forward to press his lips to hers.
"Please." Vaella muttered into his kiss.
The sound of the door slamming open caused Vaella and Otto to jump apart, thinking it was one of their children coming to disturb them. The warmth pooling in Vaella's stomach quickly turned to anxious twisting at the frightened look on the servant's face.
"There's been an incident."
Vaella scrambled to her feet, straightening her dressing gown as she rushed into the hall. She didn't glance back once to ensure Otto was following behind her, confident he was. Dread chilled her veins as the doors to the Hall of Nine swung open revealing Alicent knelt at Aemond's side, clinging tightly to his hand as the maester stitched the gash where his eye was meant to be closed. Vaella stumbled at the gruesome sight, her stomach turning at her younger brother's hisses of pain.
