#c: vaella

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For the small handful of people that actually care, I'm adding Princess Vaella Targaryen

Daeron's sweet little girl with Kiera of Tyrosh, born 222AC, passed over in the line of succession both for being female and for being thought of as 'simple-minded' (she is, in fact, just dyslexic).

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@misvos | continued from here

At seven years old, Vaella Targaryen likes to think that she's gotten rather good at braiding hair. After all, she practices on some of her dolls, and sometimes before bed, her mama will let her practice on her. Vaella likes her mama's hair, loves how it's pink, which is so much more fun than most hair colours. That being said though, she is very fond of the silver-gold streak that she shares with her father, as well as the fiery red of uncle Matarys. He lets her braid his hair sometimes too, sometimes she even puts ribbons in it, and he never seems to mind.

A wide grin broaches the little girl's face as her father sits down before her, eyes crinkling as she grabs her comb. Waiting for him to settle, she hugs around his neck quickly, a giggle escaping her already. "You have to st-stay still, kepa," Vaella grins, unconcerned to let the slight stammer be heard in the presence of her beloved father. There are some who say it, along with her quiet struggle with her letters, makes her simple, though never in the presence of her family, but she doesn't really care. She's happy.

Comb runs carefully through her father's hair, tongue poking out in concentration as she divides his hair just so, then little fingers set to work, weaving in and out. After a few minutes though, she's reaching for one of her ribbons to tie it off. "All d-done!"

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A few little differences for Vaella in her AU verse where she's a daughter of Valarr and Kiera instead of Daeron:

Born in the late summer of 209AC (this applies to whether the rest of canon occurs as normal, as well as with other various survival changes)

Her hair is a shade or two darker, and she has a silver white streak just like Valarr, albeit further forward on her head

She inherits the heterochromic eyes of her father and grandfather

Her stature remains on the shorter side, and she still has both dyslexia and a small stammer, but she's just as sweet as in her canon verse, with a little mischievous side

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@witchyxwoo asked: [ CARRY ]: sender, finding the receiver weakened/unconscious on the floor, immediately lifts them up and carries them back to bed. (kiera to vaella??)

Vaella is not a fan of being ill.

It's been a little under a week now, of being confined to bed with this horrible flu, and she hates it. Hates how under the blanket feels hotter than a dragon's breath, but without it leaves her shivering like she's gotten lost in the frozen North. Hates how even the simplest things completely drain her of what little energy she has, and hates even more how this past two days the weather has turned out particularly nice, and all she has been able to do is watch it from her window, rather than go out and play.

She'd managed to haul herself out of bed alone, seeking to at least be able to play with her dolls, but even that action alone leaves her dizzy, and she manages a few teetering steps before the world spins too hard and spins right out from underneath her. The next thing she knows, there are arms around her, picking her up and carrying her, and even with her noise all stuffy, she would recognise the familiar scent of her mother's perfume just about anywhere. "Ma-Mama?"

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@gachcuid | continued from here

One of the best things about coming to visit her grandparents, Vaella thinks, is the extra option for whose bed to sneak into when she decides she does not want to sleep alone. It hadn't been difficult, padding across the corridor to her grandparents' room and clambering up onto the bed, snuggling down between the two of them. Grandpa is still fast asleep, but grandma wakes, and Vaella grins toothily as their noses are rubbed together. The storm rages outside, but in here it is warm and safe and she can snuggle close underneath the blankets quite contentedly.

There is another clap of thunder, and it would make her jump, except for the fact that it occurs at the exact same time as her grandfather lets out a particularly loud snore, and the little girl can't help but dissolve into giggles, hiding her face in her grandmother's shoulder to stifle the sound a little. When she pulls back a bit, there's a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "I think gr-grandpa's even l-l-louder than the th-thunder!"

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@praeludio asked: [ TOUCH ]: sender gently rests a hand against the receiver's forehead to check their temperature. / maekar to vaella

Her grandfather's hand is cool against her clammy brow, and Vaella can't help but press into the touch a little, seeking the relief of that coolness, even as she shivers at the same time. Like her father, she's never been a sickly child, despite her small stature, but when she does become ill, it tends to hit her harder. A blessing and a curse in equal measures, for it is a rare occurrence indeed, but that does not make it any easier to cope with when it does occur.

There had been so many plans for their visit to Kings Landing. A hope that it might lift her father's spirits for one, but also spending time with family. Uncle Aemon has come with them, and both Uncle Aegon and Aunt Rhae have promised to come too, though they won't be here for a few days yet. Vaella had been looking forward to playing with her cousins, to exploring with them and making their own adventures, but it seems that any adventures may be restrained to within the four walls of her chambers, and the immediate vicinity.

Whimpering softly, Vaella curled into her grandfather's chest a little more, half hiding her face in his shoulder, little hand gripping on tight to the collar of his tunic, seeking comfort. Grandfather is strong and big, and he'll protect her, just like papa, she knows this. "I don't feel good..."

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@fatestaken asked: “Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere.” for vaella from kiera!

Now that she was nearly eight years old, Vaella was getting more and more comfortable spending the nights alone in her own chambers, but there were still those when she preferred to clamber into her parents' bed and nestle in beside them. This was one of those nights, snuggled up to her mother's side, head resting against her shoulder. The fire crackled low in the grate, it's warmth pleasantly filling the room and the soft spitting of coal a distraction from the howling wind and pouring rain that echoed outside, waves crashing on the beach as the storm raged. It wasn't that Vaella was scared of storms, per se...but she wasn't precisely the fondest of them either.

"Mama?" Little voice piped up, violet eyes peering up at her mother from beneath her curls, "Will p-papa be home soon?" It was no secret that Vaella adored Daeron, just as much as he adored her, and the young girl had been rather put out that her father had travelled to Kings Landing to visit grandfather without them. Of course, at her age, the concept that the visit was one of duty and not of leisure still somewhat evaded her. Grandpa Maekar was funny, she thought, so serious and grumpy looking, and yet he let her put flowers in his hair and beard, and sometimes he even smiled at her.

Resting her head back on her mother's shoulder, Vaella adjusted her grip on the small soft ragdoll that was her current favourite, tucking it in the crook of her arm as she toyed with the strands of woollen hair. "I f-found a shell on the be-beach for him that I think he mi-might like..." She was forever collecting such little trinkets, and bringing them back for her parents was no surprise.

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