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 Vellena stormed through the halls of Dragonstone, her violet eyes blazing with irritation. Behind her, Bennar Lonmouth followed at a respectful but persistent distance, his expression calm despite the obvious fury radiating from the princess.
She whirled around suddenly, forcing him to stop abruptly before he ran into her. "You do not have to follow me everywhere!" she snapped, her voice sharp as a blade.
Bennar, unfazed, crossed his arms over his chest. "Actually, I do, Princess," he replied evenly. "Your mother commanded it."
Vellena let out a frustrated growl, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "I do not need a shadow. Or a handmaid to follow me everywhere"
Bennar raised an eyebrow. "I'm neither," he said with a smirk. "I'm your protector."
Vellena scoffed, turning on her heel and storming outside to the training grounds. She had hoped to find a moment of peace while practicing with her bow, but Bennar was still there, watching her every move like a hawk.
She ignored him, pulling an arrow from her quiver and nocking it expertly. She exhaled, steadying her aim, and let the arrow fly. It struck the target but landed just outside the center. Annoyed, she reached for another arrow—only for it to slip from her fingers and fall to the ground.
Before she could even bend down, Bennar was already moving. He plucked the arrow from the dirt and held it out to her.
Vellena narrowed her eyes at him. "I can pick up my own damn arrows," she bit out, snatching it from his hand.
Bennar simply shrugged. "Then maybe don't drop them."
Vellena's jaw clenched as she turned back to the target. She fired the arrow with more force than necessary, hitting the bullseye this time. "You're insufferable," she muttered.
Bennar chuckled. "You're welcome."
She spun toward him. "For what?"
"For keeping you alive. And for fetching your arrows." He smirked, clearly amused by how easily he got under her skin.
Vellena exhaled sharply through her nose. "You are my protector, not my damn servant," she snapped.
Bennar gave a mock bow. "Of course, Princess."
Vellena groaned, spinning back to the target. She pulled another arrow, trying to ignore the feeling of Bennar's eyes watching her every move. She hated this arrangement. Hated having someone breathing down her neck, watching her, waiting for something to happen.
