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 inky darkness and chill had seeped into the Red Keep, covering every inch of the castle and creeping up Vaella's spine. Sunrise felt hours away, only the dim light of candles lit the room as the men of the Small Council entered the room. The lords grumbled as they found their seats, annoyed at being woken before the sun had risen over King's Landing.
"What is it that could not have waited an hour?" Lord Tyland complained, looking around the table at the other Lords' weary faces. "Was Dorne invaded?"
"The King is dead." Otto answered.
The lords gathered around the table glanced between the Dowager Queen and the named Heir.
"We grieve for Viserys the Peaceful. Our sovereign, our friend," Otto continued, resting a hand on Vaella's shoulder as he moved to his seat. "And as he wished, his firstborn child, Vaella, shall succeed him as Lady of the Seven Kingdoms."
"Then we shall begin with preparations for Princess Vaella's coronation." Lord Tyland said.
"Yes," Otto agreed. "There is much to be done, as we've previously discussed."
"Discussed?" Vaella quietly repeated, turning to Otto.
"Now, there are two among the captains of the City watch that remain loyal to Daemon. Let us replace them. Lord Lannister." A large hand was laid on her knee as he addressed the Master of Ships.
"The Treasury is well in hand. The gold will be divided for safekeeping."
Vaella's eyes swept over the table, finding looks of confusion on Alicent and Lord Beesbury matching what she herself felt. "Why-"
"Let ravens be sent to our allies, Riverrun and Highgarden." Otto spoke over her.
"You cannot squirrel away the Crown's funds," Lord Lyman argued. "I will not have it."
"You will not have it?" Lord Jasper mocked the old lord. "It is in the Crown's best interest.
"It is in this council's best interest. The King's chosen heir should be sat at the head of this table leading such a discussion. Not the Hand nor Queen Dowager," The Master of Coin turned his attention to Vaella. "Princess you must-"
"Mind your tongue, Lyman." Orwell tried to intervene.
"The Princess is in mourning, Lord Beesbury," Lord Jasper asserted. "And has not yet been crowned," He glanced at Vaella, eyes cold as he took in her small form. "If she even wishes to be."
"What are you suggesting, Lord Jasper?" Otto questioned, gaze sharp as he accessed the Master of Laws. "That the crown passes to Rhaenyra instead."
"The King has three sons."
"And yet His Grace held steadfast in his decision for Vaella to succeed him."
"Then let her speak, Lord Hand." Lyman insisted, causing the Small Council to look at her.
