Unwritten vows

Broodmare

"They're going to ship me off like some broodmare"

the words sounded odd, that my own proud father, lord Matthos Tyrell, would ship off his only daughter and heiress. It sounded odd to come to the realization that nothing could stop him. I would be at Dragonstone in a few months, laying in the marriage bed with some Velaryon. My mother said I should start bearing his children as soon as possible 'as a dutiful wife should' .

The world didn't revolve around the duty to create children when you were only a mere child of fourteen yourself. I didn't want to live a life with some Velaryon and Targaryen customs, sire and bear white-headed inbreds. My mother said he would be a bastard and instead have brown hair and not the silver locks of the formidable Targaryens, she despised the marriage for that specific reason whilst i sought comfort at the fact.

I felt the weight of my father's decision like a noose tightening around my neck. The opulent halls of Highgarden seemed to mock me, filled with memories of laughter and freedom that would soon be lost. My heart raced at the thought of Dragonstone-a place steeped in ancient power and dragonfire, yet it felt like a prison. "Duty," my mother had said, her voice felt heavy against my heart.

I was more than a pawn in some political game, or that was what I tried to remind myself of. I stood under the gazebo, my favorite place in highgarden. Over time it had been covered in veins, now all I saw when I looked at it was chains. I was chained to my fathers decisions, whatever he said was law since my mother had no say in anything. She had tried to make my father choose another, not a bastard, but he was hell bent on marrying me off to some boy which i've never even glanced at

My grandmother, Joselyn Redwyne, had already built a hatred for Rhaenyra a few years prior. It seemed to have gone straight to my mother, I didn't believe that she was as 'snobby' or 'bratty' as they painted her out to be. My father said they spoke nonsense, much to my relief. Though I knew that the only reason he did it was for his blood to take a seat in the second richest house; driftmark.

I knew nothing of the sea, knew only of the flowers and richest which sat shore at the reach. They hailed on the other side of Westeros, much different and a long journey across the lands. All of this was for me to get shipped off to some princeling, it's humiliating to have no control of where you would find yourself the next month. My mother was expecting, so this probably didn't matter much to my father since my place as heiress of highgarden could easily go loss to the unborn babe, if it was a boy. The quiet chiming of birds almost seemed to help me calm Down, almost.

I could hear the heavy boots of my father, it didn't Sound like it used to. I didn't want to leave, I'm a princess. "Natari" the words sounded colder than they used to, a lump formed in my throat which made me unable to answer. I gripped the railing in an attempt to get out of this mess. It didn't matter, I was going to be shipped like some slave to the shore of Dragonstone as my father had told me a few moons ago.

"Father" the words seemed to flow off my trembling lips, like a mere breath. It wasn't even a whisper, barely was. It could easily be mistaken as a gust of Wind. "I'm not going" the words slipped past the growing lump in my throat, it burned like acid in the Way up. I could see my father growing angry, despite his stoic facade. "You're going, Natari. My words are final" he spoke, his words burned through me as he spoke. My grip on the railing grew, my eyes watering.

"You can't force me.." I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth, a grip on my wrist seemed to bring me back. It burned through my skin, my father. My hazel eyes tried to find Any form of sympathy behind his eyes, none. "Let go of me!" I could scream till my lungs bursted but I knew he wouldn't change his mind, why would he? I was just a woman, a Girl. I could feel my words get dragged through the usual talkative halls of Highgarden which had grown quiet, eerily quiet.

I could see the Water, the waves crashing in like a never ending Sound of terror, of what was to come. My father dragged me away ruthlessly, away from my Home, everything and everyone I knew, loved and cherished with every inch oh my beating heart. My father, a man I know barely recognized whilst looking at his face. I struggled, I truly did. But I knew it, my fate; my life was about to be sold, packaged and shipped away.

I looked back once last time, the flowers, the Streets I roamed as a child, it all faded into the distance. A Fogh so Dark had consumed my kingdom, like I had been banished and was never meant to return again. "Stop" the words almost left my lips before my fathers harsh words shut Down any form of hope "You Will wed Lucerys Velaryon and join our bloodlines" I felt a wave of disgust at his words,

I've never met the boy, and now I was being forced to marry him? The weight of this was like a Stone, being thrown Down upon me and slowly suffocating me. I could almost see my mother, I knew she was crying, her only child and most precious daughter was being shipped off like a common whore, a broodmare at best. A soul as sweet as mine was not meant for the cruels of this world, that was what she meant. But now i Found myself on a rocking ship, alone and cold.