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𝑾𝑨𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺 ˖*°࿐ 𝟎𝟑. where fire and sea meet ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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𓆩⟡𓆪
126 A.C
VALAENA DIDN'T LIKE SAILING. It was something that made her uncomfortable, nervous. She didn't know why exactly: maybe because she never was on a boat before, or because the way it moved with the waves made her stomach turn, the nausea clouding her mind. Or maybe because where they were headed was to a funeral: she never interacted with Laena, only knowing her as Corlys and Rhaenys' daughter who married her uncle Daemon and left Westeros. But because her sister Rhaenyra was married to Laenor, Laena's brother, the entire family had to attend it. In Driftmark.
Valaena could feel the nausea in her throat, making her close her eyes as she prayed to not throw up. She had to hold it together. The little girl held strongly onto the railing of the ship, trying to maintain balance as another wave rocked against it. She could already see the silhouette of the castle from there, relief flowing her veins to the idea of arriving soon.
– Valaena. – Her mother's voice made her turn around, her eyes flashing with worry as she looked at her youngest daughter. – Step away from the railing, how many times must I tell you it's dangerous? – Her stern voice made Valaena swallow. Her mother could be scary when she was mad, and she was lucky it was not directed to her most of the time. She nodded, blinking the tears that clouded her vision.
