The death of her mother struck Princess Vaelaera like a blow from which she never truly recovered.
She had been but a little sparrow, forever fluttering about her mother, hiding her face in her skirts at the slightest fright, and now she was utterly broken. She had only just turned five name-days; she wept until she could not breathe, until her voice broke, screaming throughout the castle for her mother. Viserys, unable to endure it, withdrew and entrusted her care to Miriam, the old nursemaid and faithful servant who had once attended Aemma. But neither gentle words nor warm arms could ease the girl's pain, she could not understand where her mother had gone, nor why she did not return.
Rhaenyra, her beloved elder sister, at last reached the end of her forbearance. The little one's hysteria frayed her patience to its breaking point, and she lashed out, shouting at Vaelaera, pouring out her own bitterness straight to her face, holding nothing back. She said what she should not have said. From that day, little Vaelaera avoids Rhaenyra.
GIMME THE GUN IM GONNA SHOOT THEIR IDIOT FATHER-
