𝑾𝑨𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺 ˖*°࿐
𝟎𝟏. time always remembers
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IF VALAENA HAD TO DESCRIBE a moment in her life where she would always return to and feel free without any care of other thoughts that took place in her mind, it would be this: the breeze caressing her face and freeing hairs from her braid, the rays of the sun warming her skin and the clouds around her, giving it all an image of how heaven she thought could look like.

Since she was given a dragon egg as she was born, Valaena has been fascinated with dragons: their history, their curiosities, their origins with Old Valyria, their different types. She felt a sense of curiosity, a necessity of learning everything she could from them.

And it's as she didn't try: it was not the first one as a small kid to run into the dragonpit to observe the enormous beings. More than once her mother had grounded her for going alone to that place, stating she was too delicate for it.

That changed the moment her egg hatched: Valaena's dragon wasn't like any other seen since Old Valyria. Her dear Lyraeth was a sight for sorrowful eyes. Her egg was a peculiar dark purple, almost looking black, giving everyone the idea that she would be a quite dark color. But once she hatched, Valaena's siblings' gasps could be heard across the Red Keep: the dragon was completely white as snow, her scales almost making her look like an angel, looking like the clouds above the sky. Her eyes were an icy blue, a fierce gaze that landed on Valaena the second she opened them, growing attached to its small owner.

Lyraeth and Valaena grew close together, the Targaryen often adventuring into the pit to talk to her, creating a bond few riders had with their dragons. It was also surprising how fast she grew, making it possible for the small girl to ride her with only 6 years.

Alicent had been quite terrified by the size of her daughter's dragon, trying to talk Viserys out of Valaena riding that beast. But of course, being her father's favorite, Viserys only told Alicent that it was in her birthright, because a Targaryen without a dragon was not complete.

And who could deny Valaena to fly when up there she seemed the happiest she had ever been? Her eyes shined brightly, a big smile across her features while she extended her arms above her head, her fingers gliding through the trails of the clouds, tickling her thumbs. Valaena knew she was made for riding a dragon, for traveling across Westeros with her companion, gliding through the skies without a care, with the feeling of freedom her home could not give her.

And so even if her mother was not content with the idea of it, Valaena snuck out every morning before dawn to the dragonpit, taking Lyraeth out and flying until morning rise, until she couldn't feel her face due to the cold, until her legs grew tired of resisting the harsh movements of the wind. It was the only moment of her days where she felt at peace.

So she breathed in, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth of the sun on them before she had to go back, already knowing she had spent too much time out and that her mother would be quite mad with her.

She and Lyraeth, who had grown almost as large and big as Syrax, turned back to the Red Keep, a small smile making it into Valaena's face at hearing the shouts of her name as she flied through the city, the people recognising the white scales of her dragon.

They landed on the outsides of the dragonpit once again, the guards ready to bring the animal back into her cave. Lyraeth wasn't a violent dragon, quite calm to others her owner liked, fierceful and deadly to those who meant her harm. She had grown attached to Valaena, a feeling of motherhood filling the dragon's chest everytime the girl separated from her, the feeling of overprotectiveness wanting to tear the heads of everyone who came close to her.

So when Valaena descended from her back, patting lightly her scales around her face, the she-dragon snarled to the guards, making them stop in their tracks, not daring to get any closer to them.

– It's alright, Lyraeth. They mean no harm. – Valaena calmed her, a sweet smile directed to the beast. With one last stroke through her scales, she greeted the guards. – Please be careful with her, she could bite your arms off if you nip her scales.

The dragonkeepers nodded, taking positions on either side of the dragon and making their way slowly back into the pit. Valaena smiled sadly, seeing Lyraeth go back into that place. She knew her dragon didn't like the dragonpit more than she liked being free to roam the skies.

In some way, the girl felt the same, a dreadful feeling covering her senses as her eyes made contact with her maiden up the stairs. Her mother was waiting for her.

– Princess Valaena, your mother is expecting your arrival in the throne room. – She said as she made her way up the stairs into the Red Keep, following her.

– On a scale of one to ten, how mad is she? – Valaena asked, taking off her riding cape and gloves, giving a smile to the servants who walked past her, greeting the young princess.

– I believe she is quite worried for you, my lady. – The princess snorted, knowing how worried her mother could be.

She found it ironic, seeing as the woman didn't have any problem with Aegon and Aemond flying on theirs. She could remember many times she tried to go with them, being pulled back by their mother forbidding her to go, seeing it was not proper for her to do so.

Valaena didn't hate her mother. How could she when she had always been there for her, to calm her from her nightmares when her brothers weren't around, to brush her hair every night, humming a few lullabies of her childhood. When she defended her against everyone who thought she was too weak?

No, she didn't hate her. Of course, there were times when she wanted to curse her, to send her away to Winterfell. But she guessed that everyone had difficulties in their mother-daughter relationship. Valaena was a fresh adult after turning eight and ten, and it seemed everybody could see it except her own progenitor.

So when she arrived at the throne room and the guards opened the doors letting her see that characteristic red hair of hers, she knew her mother would be pissed at her, reminding her of her duties and how careless she could be.

But regardless of it, she still smiled at her sight, thanking the servant for accompanying her and giving her gloves, and went up to her mother, engulfing her in a hug before she could say anything. She felt her shock, her arms tight for a second before they surrounded her, one of her hands brushing the wild locks of her white hair. Valaena loved her mother, and she knew that in a twisted and complicated way of showing, she did as well.

– Good morning mother, apologize for arriving so late. You know how much I enjoy my time with Lyraeth. – She said as she stepped out of the embrace, facing those brown eyes of hers.

– Valaena, you perfectly know how much I detest you sneaking out of the palace when the gods know what hours to ride your dragon, not even caring to leave a note behind. I was sickeningly worried when I couldn't find you in your chambers. – Her stern voice said, not even a trace of a smile on her.

– I know, and for that I am deeply sorry for worrying you. But can you really blame me, mother? Everything inside the Red Keep is already dreadful as it is. – She complained, huffing as she extended her arms for emphasis.

– You are princess, Valaena. You know as one of the King's children you have duties to attend and a reputation to fulfill. I can and will not allow this behavior of yours as if you were a child roaming around to your pleasure. – Alicent said, a stern look on her eyes that reminded Valaena the mother she once knew when she was younger was gone, replaced by this shell of her who looked exactly like her, but lacked the maternal adoration Valaena so desperately craved. – Your sister Helaena has already been given birth to two children, married to your brother Aegon. Do not tempt me to do the same with you and Aemond.

That was probably the only thing Valaena was grateful for her mother: as opposed to her elder sister, she didn't have to marry Aemond, the purpose behind the decision unknown for her. But regardless of it, she was thankful for giving the chance of time, the opportunity of maybe marrying for love (if that even existed). Valaena was young, certainly not ready for children at any time soon. She wanted to do so much before that, to explore the wonders Westeros had to offer so when the time came, she could tell all of her stories to her children. She would try to avoid it as much as possible, knowing a royal womb as hers (as her mother liked to call it) was destined for giving birth to a possible heir.

Therefore, she swallowed the snarky response she wanted to give her, and only smiled lightly, bowing her head and squeezing her mother's fingers in hers. She knew better than to start a fight with her, knowing how irritated her mother could get and how it would probably end with Valaena being grounded.

– Of course, mother. I am deeply sorry for my actions and I will attend to my responsibilities I need to fulfill. I did not want to disappoint you. – She said with a calm voice, Alicent's fingers gracing her chin, making her look into her eyes, a small smile appearing on her face.

– You know I only look out for you, my love. I want you to have the best, and for that, you must realize that you are no longer a child, Valaena. You are a woman now, and I'm trying to delay your marriage as long as possible. But even I have limits I cannot cross. – Valaena knew she meant well. Even if she could notice the fake worried tone in her voice.

But what could she really do? If it wasn't for her mother's protectiveness and determination, her grandfather Otto would've wed her the moment she bled. Valaena knew she was lucky, living in a world of men, it was an option not many females could choose. Especially those who had no power in their hands to fight for their freedom.

– Now, go. You smell of dragon and you need to change into proper clothes. A hot bath is already waiting for you in your room. – Her mother finalized, brushing her hair out of her face before she departed.

Valaena dropped her smile, making her way to her chambers where she took the scalding hot bath and changed into one of the dresses her mother would have approved, thanking that it wasn't a thigh fit and it ended loose around her waist. One of the servants braided part of her hair into braids, her white curls adorning her face.

Once she left her dorms, she heard the sound of weapons clashing, peaking her interest and making her way up to the training yard, stopping at one of the balconies and looking down, the figure of her brother Aemond catching her eyes.

Of course he was training: since that night his brother lost an eye, he hasn't stopped working on his battle skills, staying up till late fighting with either Ser Criston or one of the dummies there were available. Valaena knew Aemond wanted to become better, a part of him craving for that desirable vengeance his soul wanted for the foul scar that adorned his features.

She wouldn't say she had a bad relationship with Aemond: since they were children, the two of them were rather close because of how similar their characters were in contrast to their older siblings. It wouldn't be the first time they found themselves together in one of the libraries, enjoying the peace and quietness that the place offered them.

But once everything happened, her brother seemed to distance himself from her, from everyone. Valaena didn't mind: what he went through would leave more than just a physical scar, sinking itself into his very own self. She knew the caring and curious brother she once knew was just now a memory.

Now they were just two humans who shared the same blood, the same hair color, and the same lust for blood, even if the reasons beyond it were opposites. Valaena could feel it in her, that calling her mind followed, the goosebumps on her arms when the cold metal of the sword came in contact with her, the sudden rush of adrenaline she experienced.

She knew she was made for war. She knew she would enjoy killing, she could almost taste the metallic taste of the liquid in her lips. Even if it terrified her, Valaena couldn't deny it, couldn't even lie about it when her brother's gaze stayed fixed upon her, a small smirk appearing on his face as if he could read her thoughts, as if he was experiencing the same thing.

Valaena closed her fists, not letting her anger get the best of her. She wouldn't be provoked by Aemond. Not when there were eyes on them, especially from her father and her grandfather on the other balcony. She knew she would get in trouble as per usual. She knew from the moment she was welcomed into the world, her grandfather Otto was not pleased.

Valaena didn't know the exact reason why the old man treated her differently than her other siblings, always giving her the worst punishments for minor inconveniences. Her mother told her she was being paranoid, stating Otto loved her as much as he did his elder siblings.

But the youngest princess could still feel the scars on her back from the whip on her back when she lashed on him in front of the council. She had seen his grandfather's murderous gaze on her back the entire evening, soon followed by taking her in the middle of the night for a "learning lesson". Since that night, she hadn't dared to speak up to him.

Valaena knew her mother wouldn't believe her, and her father was too much into Otto's mischief that she doubted the king had any power left at all. She swallowed, the feeling she always experienced coming up to suppress her lungs: she was all alone in the one place she should feel most accompanied.

She blinked, taking a few steps back and making her way back inside, her legs carrying her through the halls of the castle, her mind wandering of what sorts of activities she could do to entertain herself.

But the servants' whispers caught her attention, stopping shortly along a column into hiding. She furrowed her brows, creeping from one side and eyeing the two women walking by.

– Princess Rhaenyra is back on court. Her carriage just arrived but nobody seemed to greet them. – One of them whispered, Valaena's eyes opening widely for a second before she turned around, leaning her head on the wall.

She was back. And if she was here, he was not far behind.

How many years had passed since she saw him? Since she heard his laugh, passed her fingers through his rich brown hair marveling at how soft it was; the gentleness of his smile and the way she could listen to him telling stories all day, admiring the joy which seemed to cling to every word that left his mouth; and those eyes, where she could get lost on a warm sunny morning of spring running around Dragonstone, laughter in her ears.

Valaena closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She couldn't dwell in the past. It had been years since Rhaenyra's family left King's Landing for Dragonstone. He probably didn't remember her, seeing how things ended before their leave.

But still, she made her way to the courtyard, one hand grabbing the handle of the door with her heart hammering in her chest. Was she ready to see him again? Would he still like her?

She opened the door ajar, her head peeking outside as their names were called. She swallowed air as the door of the carriage opened, her older sister stepping out of it with one hand on her swollen belly.

Rhaenyra really didn't change: she was still as beautiful as she could remember, lacking the smile on her features she always used to give her. Of course, not a second later, Daemon Targaryen stepped out, a frown already plastered on his face.

But then he came out. Valaena swore her heart stopped, her hand on the handle faltering, giving on the weight and opening the door wider. She scrambled for support, quickly hiding to her right against the wall. Her eyes looked through the window, the face of him catching her entire attention.

Jacaerys Velaryon hadn't changed since Valaena Targaryen saw him last on Laena's funeral. He was still the same heart throbbing, handsome boy she knew. The boy who made her heart clench in her chest, the first boy who left her every night white lilies on her bedside table. He was still the first boy Valaena ever loved and the last one who broke her heart.

She left before she did something she regretted, the sound of her heartbeat swallowing the servant's screams. Jacaerys Velaryon was a traitor, a bastard. Whatever feelings she once had for him couldn't happen again. It was forbidden. The princess had suffered enough to be entranced by the Velaryon boy.

She had to forget about Jacaerys. That boy she once knew didn't exist anymore. And she would make sure of it.

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She was late. Of course for court she was late. Valaena ran her hands through her hair, half tied in braids, half down her back while she ran through the halls, catching her breath as soon as she was in front of the closed doors. She hoped they hadn't started yet.

The guards bowed their heads before opening the doors, the tension in the room already palpable. Valaena cursed silently as some of the heads turned to her, mostly her family (meaning her mother sending her a death glare). The girl just smiled, making her way down the steps, trying to avoid eye contact from those piercing brown eyes who seemed to attach themselves to her body as soon as she stepped one foot in.

– Val! – Lucerys voice catched her attention, the young Velaryon boy beaming at her as he ran into her, engulfing her in a hug.

The girl couldn't stop her laughter, circling her arms around him as he squeezed her back, relishing in her arms and her embrace as he could let loose some of the tension in his shoulders.

It was no secret Lucerys Velaryon had taken a liking to Valaena: since he was born, the blond girl had taken a rather protective role over him in contrast to her brothers who made fun of him. For her, he was the little brother she never had, protecting him when Aegon made fun of them or tried to take him in an unfair fight. Or all the times she read to him in High Valyrian, claiming Luke needed to learn their family language.

For Luke, she was his protector, his guarding angel who was always there to keep the darkness away, to block the whispers against his blood, and to lull him to sleep every night when the shadows threatened to swallow him. Valaena had never cared if he was son of Laenor or not. She valued him for his kindness, for the strength she saw in him, and because she loved him unconditionally regardless of anything else.

And that was why the moment he saw her, a smile grew in his face at the same time the weight lifted from his back. If she was here, she would make sure nothing happened to him. She would defend him even if her entire family threatened her to lock her away.

– I've missed you so much. – He murmured against her chest, smiling as her body moved with laughter while her arms squeezed him harder against her chest.

– Believe me. Without you here, it has felt like pure boredom. – She replied, brushing his hair lovingly when he lifted his face, warmth feeling her chest as his eyes sparkled. But the moment seemed to disappear as he remembered why they were in the throne room. His smile decreased into a frown.

– Everyone here thinks I'm not the rightful heir to Driftmark. – Luke murmured, his head hanging low as he tried to hide his gaze. Valaena's face hardened, her eyes making contact with Vaemond's gaze, the man scrunching his eyes as he roamed the boy's figure, disgust written on his face.

– Listen to me. – She said, grabbing his hands in hers as she tried to capture his attention. – It doesn't matter what a nobody like Vaemond thinks. The only reason why he has suddenly appeared today is because he wants to inherit any position in power he can. – His glossy eyes made her heart swell. - Your grandfather Corlys named you his heir, and that's what matters. Even if you don't think you're worthy of it. Nobody is asking you to step into the role now, it is okay to not know how to be a ruler. – She smiled, one of her hands caressing his cheek. – You will do great one day as Lord of the Tides, I know it. And I'll be every step of the way on your side if you ever need me, okay? – She asked, smiling brightly as he nodded.

She kissed his forehead, squeezing his hand and letting him go back to his side as she made her way to hers, ignoring her mother's deadly eyes as she stepped next to her sister, rolling her own as her brothers positioned themselves around her.

– You're late. – Aegon whispered, the smell of alcohol still clinging to his mouth. Valaena furrowed her nose, looking at his older brother who was ready to fall asleep any minute.

– And you look like shit, dear brother. I guess our family isn't perfect after all. – She replied, stomping on his foot making him screech lightly, stepping away from her. Valaena felt her mother's fingers clinging to her left arm, her eyes founding hers, a silent order to stop.

– Mother is furious with you. You should be careful. – Aemond whispered behind her. Valaena turned her head slightly, catching his gaze sideways.

– I didn't think it would matter to you if I got punished, brother. – She replied, her hands turning into fists.

– I don't, but I would love to see your face as she finds out about your little secret of a certain... Strong boy. – Her gaze snapped to the eyes who never left her, Jace's face hardened in an attempt of indifference except his eyes, which seemed to burn in fire as she looked back at him. – Ah, so it is true.

– Shut up, Aemond. I don't know what you're talking about. – Valaena said, swallowing her nerves as she turned her head, wishing to kick his balls as she felt him silently laughing.

– I already warned you, little sister. They're poison, fucking bastards who don't deserve anything. – Her brother tugged on her hair, making her lean her back against him as he lowered to whisper in her ear. – Stay away from them, Valaena.

The girl slapped his hand away, breathing rapidly as she tried to compose herself. She knew Aemond had a childish debt with the Velaryon brothers. She could understand until a certain point his anger. But Lucerys was a small boy when it happened, only wanting to protect his brother. She would face his own blood to protect him if it came to that point.

Yes, she and Aemond might have the same thirst for blood. But while his mind was dominant, Valaena had something his brother lacked: a heart.

– Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. – Otto started, the murmurs in the room quieting down. – As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters. The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon. – Valaena rolled her eyes as he sat on the throne. Of course he would find a way to be the man of power. She found it amusing really, that he thought so highly of himself, when the second he was of no use, she would make sure he suffered for everything he did to her.

– My Queen, my Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. – Vaemond started, stepping in front of the Iron throne. – For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. – Valaena yawned, smiling as his eyes burned into her. – When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys's closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins.

– As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. – Rhaenyra spoke, Valaena's eyes flying to her sister's figure as she calmly stood. A small smile grew on the younger sister as she knew this was about to get interesting. – If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition.

– You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard. – Of course Otto had to ruin it.

– What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it. – Vaemond said, facing the heir to the throne.

– Should we give it a try, Ser Vaemond? I would love to practice my aim if you are the target. – Valaena said. She blinked, a pure innocent gaze on her features as she examined her nails on her right hand, containing the smile on her mouth as she heard Aegon's muffled laugh.

– Valaena – Her mother murmured.

– It was a joke, mother. – She replied, raising her shoulders as she smiled at Vaemond, who stared at her with disgust before looking back at Rhaenyra.

Valaena catched Luke's gaze, the look of pure admiration on his features made her smile gently, winking an eye at him before her eyes met Jacaerys' ones. His brother was looking at her suspiciously, no hint of a smile on his face. She turned away before her anger rose.

– This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours. My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor... the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides.

Valaena never liked Vaemond, always wanting to punish children for their parent's problems. Of course, she could see his point, but it didn't matter, as the current Lord of the Tides wanted Luke to reign after him. That boy would be ten times better ruler than the annoying Ser Vaemond.

– Thank you, Ser Vaemond. Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon.

Her sister exhaled strongly, making her way to the center as she prepared herself to speak.

– If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very...

The doors to the chamber opened, Valaena's eyes shifting to the guards that stepped inside, a smirk appearing on her face as her father's figure appeared.

– King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm. – Her father made his way slowly to the throne, catching his eldest daughter's surprised gaze.

– I will sit the throne today. – He said to Otto, who stood dumbfounded before the king. He bowed his head, and stepped away from his way. Valaena smiled at him, showing him the finger without catching anyone's attention. She saw his grandfather's gaze turned murderous but she ignored it, knowing she would regret it later.

Her father tried to go up the throne failing twice before his brother Daemon helped him up, catching his crown and putting it in his head as he sat on it.

– I must... admit... my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. – Viserys said, breathing heavily, a mask covering half of his face. – The only one present... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys's wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.

Valaena smiled, catching Luke's gaze. Rhaenys was a smart woman. She knew her second aunt had a lot of anger inside her since the moment she was not chosen as successor. Valaena admired her, even if a woman like her didn't get the power, she was still resourceful enough to achieve the best for her own matters. And from the looks she gave to Vaemond, she knew this matter was more than resolved.

– Indeed, Your Grace. It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his true born son... Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him – Rhaenys' gaze flew to Rhaenyra for a second. – As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree.

Her world froze. She blinked slowly, her gaze catching Jace's face as he smiled slightly at Baela. She felt her heart stop, break at such a small gesture. Surely it meant nothing, it wasn't supposed to matter if he was marrying someone. She only saw him again after eight years.

But still, tears welled up on her eyes, trying her hardest to maintain posture. Why did it hurt so much? Why after all this time, after everything he said and did to her as children, it felt like a betrayal?

She felt Helaena's hand sliding in hers, squeezing it gently. Valaena smiled, thanking her sister before her gaze met Luke's, giving a smile of reassurance, her eyes betraying her and finding Jace again.

The boy was looking at her, some emotion clouding his gaze she could not decipher. Was it selfish to want someone you thought you hated? Was she really as mad as her family? She wouldn't be surprised. She swallowed, nodding at him in "congratulations" as his throat bobbed before she turned her gaze back to Rhaenys.

– Well... the matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides. – The king concluded, Rhaenyra's side smiling as relief swapped into them.

Valaena smiled. Yes, it was true the Velaryon brothers weren't Laenor's. Everyone could see that, but were they worse because of it? She had seen them grow up, especially Luke. And the kindness they treated others was something her own brothers didn't possess, especially Aegon, whose rumors with servant girls made her want to throw up.

Maybe they weren't Velaryons by blood. But they were raised as ones, with other attributes they should be proud of.

– You break law... and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. – Vaemond said, Valaena's smile turned into a frown of disgust. The man stepped forward, anger written on his face as he confronted the king. – Yet you dare tell me... who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No, I will not allow it.

– "Allow it"? – Her father asked, his gaze furrowing. – Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.

– That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine. – The man shouted, facing Lucerys, who jumped in fear, his chest moving rapidly with his breathing.

Valaena could feel her anger rising, her gaze turning murderous as she gazed at Vaemond, her left hand closing in a fist, her nails piercing her skin in an attempt to contain herself.

– Go to your chambers. You have said enough. – Rhanerya addressed the man, stepping in front of the younger boy.

– Lucerys is my true-born grandson. And you... are no more than the second son of Driftmark. – The king stood straighter, anger accompanying his words.

– You... may run your house as you see fit... but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned... I will not see it ended on the account of this... – Vaemond stopped, his gaze roaming Rhaenyra and her children. Valaena slipped her dagger from the right sleeve of her dress into her hand discreetly.

– Say it. – She heard Daemon dared him, his words nothing more than a whisper. Vaemond turned to him, a tense silence surrounding them.

–Her children... are bastards! – He shouted, the entire room in absolute silence as he said what no one dared to. – And she... is... a whore.

The crowd gasped, Jacaerys turning towards him with fury in his face, stopped by his mother's arm. Luke looked between them, fear in his eyes as he looked for Valaena.

But she was no better: her gaze fixed on Vaemond, fire in her icy blue eyes as she scanned him, the flicker of light from her right hand catching his gaze: a dagger, hiding behind the skirt of her dress. He swallowed.

– You feel it, don't you? – Aemond whispered to her. Valaena grabbed the blade with more strength. – The need to slice his skin, feel the blood on your hands as you see him scream. – She couldn't deny the satisfaction of his words on her, the hunger for vengeance pumping her veins. Vaemond was a piece of shit.

– I... will have your tongue for that. – Viserys stood, a dagger in his hand he pointed at Vaemond.

– Let go, sister. – Aemond said.

And that was all she seemed to need: she stepped forward, her dagger raised and her eyes on the man before her, widening his eyes as he saw the blade. But he didn't move fast enough as she threw it, stabbing itself into Vaemond's chest as a sword cut his head, his body tumbling into the floor. Gasps and screams could be heard across the room.

Valaena breathed heavily, sweat coating her hair, her arm still stretched from when she throwed the dagger. She raised her gaze from the body to his uncle Daemon who was already looking at her, a small smirk on the corner of his lips.

– He can keep his tongue. – Daemon said.

– Disarm him! – Otto screamed, the guards taking out their sword at Daemon who took back his own one, cleaning it on his robes.

– No need. – He ended, going back to his wife.

Viserys groaned, catching his wife's attention before she could shout at Valaena who was busy nodding at Luke. She still felt her heart beating rapidly, her hands shaking as her gaze found the body once more.

She felt the need to throw up as she started recalling what just happened: She killed someone. Yes, she had thought about giving in to that voice who begged her for release. But she never thought she would commit it.

She turned towards Aemond. His gaze already on hers, his smile sending shivers through her body: her brother had known. Had known of that want, of that horrible desire she felt in her. And she had listened, had acted on it as soon as his words left his mouth.

A hand grabbed her forearm strongly, hurting her. A body appeared on her side, her eyes looking up to see her grandfather looking at her angrily. She tried to free her arm unsuccessfully, the man bringing her closer.

– How dare you act so reckless? You are no animal, girl. – He sneered lowly in her ear, making her turn her head away. – It seems you never learn, do you? I'll show you how to behave.

– He deserved it. Even if you try your hardest to gain power, Otto, you will never be more than mother's father. You're a fool if you think you will ever make a fine king. – She answered, making him yank her wrist hard, a whine leaving her lips at the force.

– You're nothing more than a spoiled child who should know her place. – Otto said, his crazy eyes making fear crawl into Valaena's veins. – I will make sure that you marry any lord interested in you regardless of their age. It is time you fulfill your duty as a woman. Alicent won't be able to protect you anymore after this, Valaena.

He looked at her once more before letting her wrist go, turning towards the king as the guards and maesters took him away.

Valaena breathed rapidly, her glossy eyes focusing on her arm as she trembled, pushing the sleeve to find her skin red, the pain throbbing. She hid it beneath her other hand, stepping away and leaving the throne room, walking and turning a corner until she could rest against a wall, the tears falling down her cheeks.

She knew the consequences would find her sooner rather than later. But her grandfather had never dared to act in public, in the eyes of others. If this happened today, how far would Otto go?

She tried to calm her breathing, the pain in her wrist vibrating through her whole body. She would probably have bruises on it, having to find a way to hide them. She dried her tears, knowing she would only have a few minutes before her mother came looking for her, interrogating her for her actions.

But then footsteps came her way, her head snapping up as her eyes made contact with the last person she could think would come: Jacaerys. His steps slowed down as he identified her, his eyes roaming her figure where they paused at her hand, his gaze hardening.

– What are you doing here? – She asked, clutching her injury with her hand to hide it, straightening her back as she faced him. But that didn't stop him, making his way up to her until he was mere feet from her.

He was as handsome as she remembered: his features had lost the baby fat, replaced with aristocratic cheekbones, his jawline sharp and currently clenched as he assessed her. His brown-honey eyes, captivating her entire being with one look, losing her breath as they regarded her injury. And his hair now shorter than before, still hanging in front of his forehead, tempting her to brush it away.

– Are you hurt? – His voice made her snap of her torrent of thoughts, swallowing while she hardened her stare. Why did he care? After all these years, he suddenly wanted to help? Her lack of response seemed to infuriate him, huffing before encircling her pained wrist and pulling it to him, a whimper of pain leaving Valaena's lips at the intrusion.

– Let me go! – She demanded, her free arm pushing on his torso to put some distance between them, resulting in failure. How much muscle did this boy have?

– You need to put cold on it. It probably will bruise, but it's nothing more than a sprained wrist. – He murmured, his fingers grazing the exposed skin, making goosebumps appear on her body. She shouldn't feel so out of breath. It was Jacaerys. – How long has he been doing this to you?

His question made her heart clench, averting her eyes when he looked at her for a reply. How was it possible that in all these years, nobody had the slightest clue of what her grandfather did to her, but he resolved it in a matter of minutes?

– Valaena...– His voice, a mere whisper calling her again. She felt him step closer, the lack of space making her feel the heat coming from his body, the broad chest of him almost against hers. She focused on the redness of her wrist, denying him the satisfaction of an answer.

His hand grazed the skin of her chin, two of his fingers grabbing it gently as he lifted her face. She flinched involuntarily, her eyes closing waiting for the stinging pain of his palm against her cheek. But as she realized nothing occurred, she stepped away, colinding her shoulder with his.

– Why do you care, Velaryon? It's only a sprained wrist, nothing more. I was out of line and it was cruel of me to commit such a vile act. – Valaena snapped, trying to steady her voice.

– I don't. – He replied monotonously, not daring to step closer again. – But I really would prefer it if you didn't sulk around. The servants will be busy trying to accommodate our things. Don't want them to have to take care of such a complainer like you.

And there it was. She was a fool for believing he might actually care in the slightest for her. It was Jacaerys Velaryon, the boy who would inherit everything, not having to move a finger to get what he wanted. He was a spoiled brat, why would he have changed in the last eight years?

– Go to hell, Velaryon. – She sneered, looking over her shoulder to him, his arrogant smirk infuriating her more. How could he be such an arrogant bastard?

– What a dirty mouth you have, Valaena. What would your mother say if she heard the realm's pearl say foul words? – He tantered, slowly getting closer until she had to lift her gaze to be able to look him in the eye. Damn him and is fucking height. – With a beautiful mouth like yours, nobody would believe their own eyes if they heard you talking to me. What a vicious thing you are, hmm?

She was going to kill him. Slowly, and delicately, taking his members apart. She would show him how nasty she could get.

– Jace? – A voice came from their right, Valaena's eyes finding her sister Rhaenyra in front of them, her eyes darting between the two of them. – Your room is ready. You should get yourself ready before supper.

Valaena looked back at the boy before her, his smirk widening for a second before he stepped away, his eyes roaming her body before bowing his head at her.

– Yes mother. I was just...recalling the past with Valaena. It has been ages since we last saw each other. Much to tell. – He said, amusement laced between his words. Valaena narrowed her eyes at him. Cocky bastard.

– I assure you, you'll have enough time to catch upon each other later. – His mother replied, her eyes darting to Valaena, softening as she regarded the young girl.

Rhaenyra couldn't believe how grown she was: she could still recall as she saw her the first time, her bright lilac eyes captivating her entirely; how loving the sweet child was, a smile plastered on her toddler face as she roamed the halls, shrieks and laughter as she got chased by her brothers; as she gripped her hands, guiding her to give her first steps.

She might never have a relationship with her other siblings. But she still cared for Valaena. Even after eight years, her heart still softened as her eyes met hers, smiling softly at her youngest sister.

– Goodbye Valaena, hopefully we will soon catch up on our pending conversation. – Jace said, winking at her before turning around and leaving with his mother.

The girl rolled her eyes, smiling slightly at Rhaenyra before she followed her son, leaving Valaena alone in that corridor once again.

She sighed. She would have to get use to them again, to see them through the hallways, at the training yard, during supper. It was Rhaenyra's father too, and seeing how bad his condition was, they would probably be staying for a while.

Valaena could only pray she would be able to endure it before she took Jacaerys' eyes out. Only the gods knew how annoying that bastard could be.

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