the idea of an alliance with dorne had first been proposed by her father, who had enjoyed using the word ❛ friend ❜ around whenever he spoke of house martell ─ even at her tender age, vaela could pick out hints of ambitious hope whenever he mentioned how marriage to one of the boys would bloodlessly bring the dornishmen to their side, but with his death so too did the dreams of a dornish union face a premature end, until vaegon had gotten it into his head to accomplish that dream. though both her father and older brother had since passed, leaving the mantle of king and the weight of continued peace with dorne onto the shoulders of her twin, vaela had always viewed the idea with some measure of hesitancy. unlike the other lords of westeros, dorne and house targaryen were both predators who seemed to view the other as an annoying insect to tolerate. she remembered still the tales of rhaenys and meraxes and the fall over hellholt, so when she caught a glimpse of the martell prince, half - shrouded by shadow and half - illuminated by the light that streamed through the colored windows, she found herself both curious and concerned, the sentiments at war with the other even as she approached with light steps. ❝ are you looking for something familiar or simply admiring the ... craftsmanship ? ❞ she queried, following his gaze to the iron throne. vaela had once been placed there as a joke and she had sat so still until vaegon remembered to fetch her that her knees had buckled when she touched solid ground once more. ❝ if it was not already said, your presence here is a great honor, prince mors. it will bring some pride to our cause if dorne is seen at the great council, so you and yours have my thanks. ❞ never let it be said that vaela was unaware of how to play the courtier, if she cared to do so.
closed starter for ... mors martell @beyzadim .