Abandoned and ignored by her father, Princess Vaella remained at her mother's side. Forced to watch as life went on for those around her, while her mind tortured her. A cacophony of voices whispering of the end of House Targaryen.
Female!OC x Otto...
THIS WHOLE CHAPTER IS BASICALLY JUST SMUT WITH THE ITTIEST BIT OF FLUFF AT THE END
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Flames dance on the wicks of candles, chasing away the darkness that had settled over the castle. Vaella sighed softly, watching the lights twinkling in the city below. Her maid stood behind her, brushing out golden locks.
"What is it that you think they do," Vaella wistfully asked. "So late into the night?"
"There is a play, Your Grace." Sara answered, setting the comb down and beginning to section Vaella's hair.
"A play?"
"A troupe has put it together in your honor, Your Grace. They call it the Dragon Queen's Tale."
Vaella grinned at the information, eyes focusing on the bustling squares she could make out. "My very own play, I never would have thought."
The door to the chambers swung open as Otto's stormed in, a thunderous expression on his face. His eyes, dark with anger, settled heavily on Vaella.
"My Lord Hand." Sara gasped, bowing quickly to the King Consort.
"Leave us," Otto commanded. He seethed silently, waiting until the two were alone before stalking closer to Vaella. His hand encircled her wrist, pulling her onto her feet. "I have just heard word that you followed some lowborn to an unknown location."
"I do not wish to argue, Otto," Vaella attempted to placate the man. "I was safe."
"It was a foolish thing to do," He pressed on, tugging her closer to him when she made to slip away. "And for me to learn that you were threatened at knife point moments prior."
"Who told you?"
His hand cupped her jaw, tilting her head back as his thumb softly caressed her skin. "It is of no concern to you."
"It matters if those sworn to keep my secrets have gone behind my back to divulge such things to my husband," She met his gaze with a fiery determination. "Or do you now have me stalked and spied upon?"
"There is no measure I wouldn't take to ensure your well being." Otto's ring clad fist slipped into her hair, gripping her golden tresses. He angled her head to the side, mouth dropping to her neck to begin his assault. "Nothing I would not do for you, if you would only listen."
His hips pressed against her, grinding his clothed hardness into her abdomen. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, trying to silence the whimpers that threatened to fall from her mouth. "Do you need to be reminded who your lord and husband is? Is that it?"
