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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Sunlight filled the chambers, painting everything in a soft golden light. Vaella laid back against a mountain of pillows, Baelon cradled against her chest.
"Hello." She cooed down at the wide-eyed babe.
Baelon smiled gummily up at her, grabbing at her fingers. His tiny fist closed around her finger, pulling it to his wet mouth. She softly chuckled, glancing at Otto's slumbering form. She had sent away the servants who had come to wake him, promising she would do so before the Small Council met.
"He's so small." Mae whispered from her spot between her mother and father.
"He's a babe, Mae. They're all small." Aemma explained from her seat on the other side of Vaella.
"Quiet girls, your father is still sleeping," Vaella shushed. "Besides, Aella was even tinier."
"I was?" Vaella's youngest daughter asked, crawling closer to stare down at the babe.
"Don't you girls have your own beds?" Otto grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Good morrow, my love." Vaella greeted.
"Your bed is bigger," Maelora pointed out, her volume rising now that her father's rest didn't restrict her. "And you have mother."
"So none of you have come to see me?" He asked, sitting up to better see his family. He leaned over Maelora's small form to press a kiss to Vaella's cheek. "Good morrow, my darling."
"I'm here, papa." Aella clambered over her sisters to fall into Otto's arms.
"At least one of my daughters loves me." He playfully teased, adjusting Aella so she sat on his lap.
"We love you, father." Aemma assured the man.
"We only love mother this much more," Maelora held her thumb and forefinger close together. "See," She pointed at the tiny space between her fingertips. "It's only a little bit more."
Vaella chuckled at the faux look of contemplation on Otto's face, watching as he played along with their daughter.
"I miss Jae." Aemma's whisper brought the easy morning to a quick stop.
"We all do, sweetness," Vaella consoled, lifting her arm to wrap around Aemma's shoulders. "But he is with the gods now."
"He is with your grandmother," Blue eyes snapped to Otto at the mention of her mother. "Queen Aemma. And I am certain she has welcomed him with open arms."
"What was she like?" Maelora asked, looking up at her mother, curious for answers.
"She was..." Vaella's voice trailed off, searching for a description that would do her mother justice.
"Queen Aemma was good and kind," Otto answered for her, staring back at Vaella. His gaze was soft as he spoke of the late Queen, warming Vaella's heart. "She was beloved by the noble houses and small folk alike. And she was brave. Her Grace was only a bit older than you, Aemma, when she left the Vale and wed your grandsire."
