Targaryens are known to have queer costumes, an unusual tradition in which the brother and sister wed each other in order to secure the line of succession as pure as possible. Well, it is not always the Targaryens that have such habits, who says tha...
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129 A.C
~King's Landing~
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THE RED KEEP MORNING SUNRAYS FILLED HER CHAMBERS, the soft warmth of the light tracing across her cheek making her groan in annoyance and pull one of the pillows across her face to stop the morrow built its appearance. Vellena felt like crap, her head was spinning and her stomach hurt as if she had the flu all over again from childhood. She tried to open her eyes but it hurt even more to stare forward and make eye contact with the sunlight penetrating through the windows, her mind wandered to the previous night seeking memories from it but none came to mind.
"Your grace?" Vellena rolled to the side, falling off the bed without realizing, a loud buff echoing in her quarters as her face perfectly hit the floor, she made an effort to sit up but her body was yet too tired and pulled her back to the ground. "Princess, are you okay?" The servant asked again pressing on the door handle to come in, Vellena was powerless but she knew if someone were to see her in that state there will be questions and the answers are not going to be so pleasant.
"Yes. I'm... still in bed. A book fell off my desk. I can get dressed myself, you may go" the princess said sleepily standing on her elbows, the small desk beside her table hadn't been cleaned in ages, the layer of dust covering its feet and corners was saying something about the handmaidens or rather about the one person who ordered them to ignore Rhaenyra's family's old chambers.
"You are awaited in the throne room, princess. The trial is about to begin" with those last words the servant left, her footsteps echoing through the corridors. Vellena cursed under her breath, today was an important day for her family, she returned to this full of shit place for her sweet baby brother, Lucerys needed her support at the hearing and she was looking like a mess on the floor of her bedchamber. Vellena forced herself to sit up, her sight was dizzy at first and her head was hurting as though knives had been shoved into it, last night was the first time she had put her hands on a cup of wine and this morning she could perfectly feel it through her entire body. Vellena will never indulge herself in such activities, that was for certain.
Choosing a gown was the hard work of course, she wished to look beautiful like a princess should, like her mother always appeared with grace and confidence. After pushing and pulling many gowns, strangely almost all were green, Vellena picked a red one with linen patterns of blue waves, it was clutched with a small white waistband to her thin form, had long sleeves tight to the elbows and then widening to wrists in a trumpet shape, and had a flaring long skirt. She tied her hair in a small braid over the top of her head while the rest were loosed down her back.
