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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A gentle breeze blew through the courtyard, contradicting the hardened knights that prepared to ride to war. The Queen watched the men, scrutinizing their expressions for any sight of hesitation. Though there was none to be found, these men were ready to kill in her name. Vaella sighed, glancing back at the two knights that flanked her before her gaze returned to the two figures with auburn hair, clothed in vivid green. She watched the brother and sister reunite, giving the siblings a moment alone before she interrupted.
"Your Grace." A voice greeted, causing Vaella to turn.
She forced a kind smile to her lips. "Ser Criston, are you ready to march?"
"Yes, Your Grace," The dark haired knight's eyes bounced between Vaella's smiling face and the mourning gown she wore. "I, uh-"
"What do you know of dragons, Ser Criston?" Vaella asked interrupting whatever apologies or condolences had been gathering on his tongue.
""Your Grace?"
"They are more than just a symbol of my house," She continued. "Dragons are akin to gods in the eyes of many, Ser Criston. And should be treated with similar reverie no matter their rider's politics or beliefs." Though she smiled at him there was no warmth or kindness in her irises. Instead her eyes flashed in warning, frightening the battle-hardened man. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Your Grace." He nodded, turning as a squire approached with his horse.
"Ser Criston," Alicent called, leading Gwayne towards the knight and the Queen. "Your Grace," She nodded to Vaella, fighting the flush that threatened to stain her cheeks as her attention returned to her sworn protector. "May I present my brother, Ser Gwayne Hightower, newly arrived from Oldtown."
"Your Grace," Gwayne greeted Vaella. He grasped one of her hands in his, lifting it to his mouth. His warm eyes cooled as he turned to Criston, narrowing at the way the white cloak's gaze swept over Alicent's fine features. "Ser Criston."
"Ser Gwayne, welcome to King's Landing." Criston at least had the sense to seem ashamed upon being caught ogling the dowager Queen.
"How exhilarating to arrive at court after three long months on the road only to join your campaign. A man from such modest beginnings trusted so whole heartedly by not one but two Queens. What a giddying ascent the gods have bestowed on you."
"Ser Gwayne has volunteered to accompany you into battle." Alicent's brown eyes rested heavily on her sworn protector, flicking between his gaze and lips.
"How generous of you, Gwayne," Vaella spoke, trying to ease the growing tension between the highborn lady and her commonborn knight. "I would have liked to have hosted you, if not for us all to be together for a night."
"We have a full complement, Your Grace." Ser Criston attempted to dissuade the Hightower knight from joining.
"Then you will have a fuller one." Alicent insisted.
