Vaelora always thought that the world seemed much more colorful outside Kings Landing. Not in a literal sense of course. She tied her happiness to colors, and when she was in Dragonstone or Driftmark, the world was full of vibrant colors, wonderful smells, busy and bustling animals. Kings Landing was once colorful but over the years it became more dim.
Now Kings Landing was in greyscale. A putrid smell burnt her nostrils as handmaidens scrubbed every part of her clean. As hot as the water was, Vaelora still felt a chill all over her body, as if she was the corpse and not her sweet son whom she hadn't even named. She thought she had more time to think of one.
Everything was so dark and dreary. Even with the candle lighting her way through the halls, she still felt like she could hardly see anything ahead of her.
She pushed open the door to Viserys chambers, not even bothering to knock. Luckily for her, Viserys was awake and dressed in bed.
Viserys had grown weaker and weaker as the years passed, that was for sure. He'd try to attend council meetings and interact with the family, but he always had someone carrying him by the arm, and his energy had decreased dramatically. Vaelora heard that he had skin missing, but thankfully it was nowhere she could see. Mayhaps it was on his back. She wouldn't ask.
The candle lit her way through his room and to his bedside. She didn't bother with the usual greetings and asking how he was. Not tonight. "I have lost my son" she stated, her voice as cold as the snow in Winterfell - or so she had heard. She had no idea what snow was, but stories said it was freezing and fell from the sky -.
Viserys lips pressed into a tight line and he nodded. His eyebrows lowered and he wore a small frown at her blunt words. "So I've heard. I was sorry to hear it. Did you have a name for him?".
She shook her head. "No. I thought I had more time to think of one. I never expected..."
For her to lose her babe months before she was due. For Aegon to be at some whore house while she suffered. For Aegon to be told of the situation and still dismiss it. She hadn't expected any of it. And if you were to tell a ten year old Vaelora how badly her life would go, she would've laughed in your face and told you to be more optimistic.
She missed being that foolish.
"I see. Many ladies go through this Vaelora. You can try again-"
"No" she interrupted. The thought of having another baby by Aegon made her bones go rigid. Never ever again would she do such a thing. "I did not come to visit you for sympathy. I came to ask you to annul my marriage to Aegon". She felt no nervousness or fear, even if it was a bold or outrageous request to some. She didn't feel anything. She tried to. She even brought her hand close to the flame of a candle earlier in hopes of something sparking, but she felt nothing.
She felt void of everything. It wasn't even anger or sadness she felt. Just empty. Numb. Like a canvas painted completely in black.
Was she even human anymore?
She could see confusion wash over Viserys face. Confusion, realization, more confusion. "Annul your marriage?". He forced himself to sit up, "whatever for?".
"Is that a serious question? Do you know where your son was while I was mourning the death of our son? A brothel. And when he was told of my condition, he dismissed it". Viserys still carried a confused expression, and if it wasn't illegal, she would've thrown the candle at his head. "Your son may be deserving of love. I believe everyone is. But he is not deserving of mine". Her last sentence came out forceful, like she was giving a command. He would never get her love again. He didn't deserve her. Not in this life, the next, the one after that, or any other.
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Storm Approaching
Fanfic"The wise sailor flees the storm as it gathers" A quote often said by Laenor Velaryon, but what happens when the sailor does not or cannot flee in time? Insert Vaelora Velaryon. The bastard child of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Harwin Strong with ties to...
