For almost her entire life, Daella Targaryen has lived as Mellara Rivers, the bastard daughter of Arnold Arryn and cupbearer of Lady Jeyne Arryn. First and trueborn daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daella had but slight contact with her fami...
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A misty memory A haunting face ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Daella was making her way to the Great Hall hastily. It would not be long until the petition for the succession of Driftmark would begin and she had been lost trailing the many shelves in the Library Tower, until her guard kindly reminded her that it was nigh time. Finally finding the side entrance, she slipped inside the Hall quietly, relieved to find that they had not yet begun, and assumed her position next to Aemond, only visible between the Queen and Helaena. Her blue eyes caught sight of her mother, who offered her an encouraging smile and Daella swallowed the lump in her throat, pushing away the feeling of betrayal. When her gaze flickered to her younger brothers, she was met with less forgiving expressions, and she looked away quickly.
Just as Otto Hightower began to open and introduce the matter at hand, Aemond bent in her direction. "I had almost thought you would not show," he whispered softly, his voice hoarse.
Daella blinked, feeling her heart race in her chest as she looked up at him. "I almost hadn't," she whispered back. "It shall be a short petition."
Aemond let out a soft hum and though not speaking verbally, the challenge could be heard in his voice. He straightened his spine again, his hands folded behind his back, and Daella turned to look at the people in court. Vaemond Velaryon stepped forward, greeting the Queen and the Hand, before beginning his long speech about the ancient roots of House Velaryon and its dominance over the seas. Though he used a lively enough figure of speech, Daella found it oddly boring. Her grandsire's nephew might pass his cause as noble and legitimate, but every sane person in the Great Hall could see his ambition.
Feeling another pair of eyes burn on her skin, Daella's eyes glanced over all the people, until she caught the perpetrator. It was the Princess Rhaenys, her grandmother, and though Daella had not ever seen her before, she immediately recognized the woman. She offered her a polite smile, but her grandmother looked away as though she was in pain. Deciding that she would approach her later, after the petition was done, Daella returned her attention to her mother, who had now taken the stance.
"If I am to grace this farce with some answer," Rhaenyra began, obviously trying to hide her anger and disgust. "I will start by reminding the court that nearly twenty years ago, in this very-"
Her mother was cut off by the sound of the great doors swinging open and immediately, everybody's gaze was drawn to the man who staggered through them.
"King Viserys of House Targaryen," a man of the King's Guard announced in a booming voice. "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."
