βYesβ¦ or to think about the ghosts of House Arryn that linger within these halls.β Vhaelysse said mysteriously.
She could tell the lady was a Lannister, but she didnβt seem to have the same outstanding presence as the other Lannisters, which Vhaelysse found to be refreshing yet odd.
βHow was your journey to New Valyria?β She asked.
The name itself, New Valyria⦠it made Vhaelysse want to laugh though it disgusted her through and through.
Yes, House Targaryen and House Velaryon had the blood of Old Valyria in their veins and nothing would change thatβ¦ but House Targaryen renaming the rocky wasteland that was once The Vale, βNew Valyriaβ, felt like either an insult to their Valyrian ancestors or a poorly made choice. Either way, though Old Valyria was long gone to the ashes and no currently living being had ever seen it before The Doom, Vhaelysse felt that naming such a place that didnβt have nearly an ounce of splendor and opulence that Old Valyria allegedly had according to the books she read as a child, was a huge insult and she felt that because of that, New Valyria shouldnβt even exist.
βThinking about the history in these walls is quite interesting however. My apologies, I have neglected to introduce myselfβ¦ I am Lady Vhaelysse Velaryon. And you are?β She greeted with a curtsy.
βPerhaps, my lady. Itβs devastating to think of, I couldnβt bear it. β, Lelia spoke solemnly, a small frown crossing her features.Β
The young lioness had never been found of violence, despite her ancestry and the great claims from her ancestors. Lannisters were known to be stronghold houses in Westerosi history. However, her blood didnβt sit well with the youngest Lannister of Casterly Rock.Β It would be an indication of the ancient history of violence that has dwelled in the battle and words of Westeros.Β
βMy journey was pleasant, thank you for asking. How was yours?β, she asked curiously, Lelia had always been fond of adventuring, hoping one day to venture outside of the walls of Westeros. Sheβd go crazy at the thought of staying in one place for far too long.Β
Lelia longed for being in the library. She knew some stories from the library at Casterly Rock about the ancient tales of Valyria. However, there must be some older texts in the library of New Valyria. Sheβd be overwhelmed and giddied at the thought of consuming more of the ancient history.Β
Her mind was elsewhere, but her thoughts escaped as she heard the voice pull her from the thoughts. βYes, my lady. The histories are a hobby of mine. β, Lelia spoke, although if it were a man sheβd most likely be scolded about unladylike behavior. βLady Lelia Lannister, my lady. Itβs a pleasure.β, she replied, duplicating her curtsy to the lady.