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~
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DRAGONSTONE The corridors of Dragonstone were dimly lit by flickering torches as Rhaenyra and Vellena made their way through the halls, their soft laughter echoing against the ancient stone walls. The scent of warm sugar and citrus clung to their clothes, the remnants of the lemon cakes they had devoured together in the kitchens.
Trailing behind them was Lemoncake, her fluffy orange-gold tail flicking contentedly as she followed her humans through the castle.
As they reached a junction in the hall, Rhaenyra slowed her steps, turning to face her daughter. The candlelight caught the warmth in her gaze, the lingering amusement still softening her expression. For the first time in days, Rhaenyra looked at peace.
"It has been a long while since we have done this," she murmured, reaching out to tuck a silver-gold strand of hair behind Vellena's ear.
Vellena smiled, leaning ever so slightly into her mother's touch. "It has," she admitted, her voice fond. "You should eat sweets with me more often, Mother. It might ease some of your troubles."
Rhaenyra let out a soft, knowing hum. "Perhaps you are right," she mused, though they both knew there was no lemon cake sweet enough to erase the burdens she carried.
Still, in this moment, things felt lighter.
With a final squeeze of her daughter's hand, Rhaenyra stepped toward her chambers, sighing contentedly. "Goodnight, my sweet girl."
"Goodnight, Mother," Vellena replied softly, watching as Rhaenyra disappeared behind the doors of her bedchamber.
Now left alone with Lemoncake, Vellena turned on her heel and started toward the stairs that led to her own quarters. The torches cast long shadows along the stone walls, and the quiet of the night settled around her like a thick blanket.
As she approached the staircase, she noticed that Lemoncake had stopped at the first step, her tail flicking back and forth, her dark eyes gazing up at Vellena expectantly.
Vellena raised a brow. "Oh, don't tell me," she muttered, already knowing what this meant.
Lemoncake sat primly, her tail wrapping neatly around her paws, refusing to move another inch.
Vellena sighed dramatically, placing her hands on her hips. "You were perfectly capable of climbing stairs when you were a cub, Lemoncake."
