✧。 Princess Vhaera Targaryen ✫ Daughter of Vhaella Targaryen !
Yearning was nothing new to Vhaera, it marred her heart like a beast marred it's prey. It was so deep, so vast, that it was an ocean of melancholia that often set to drown her.
Although thankful to her uncle Baelor for his kindness as a father figure, it would never replace the feeling of want for a mother that she would never know. They would speak of her fondly but it was seldom, it was almost taboo to do so. During the rebellion unspeakable travesties had occurred- sometimes she would see them in dreams, it would wake her up at night with such a fright.
Vhaera often felt like a ghost, you see, and she would haunt the keep in which she stayed. It was a treat to see her cousins and even more so when she would meet her uncle Maekar. She was fond of him, even if it was Daeron she was betrothed to.
"When will we be wed?" Vhaera often asked and Maekar met her eye with a curious stare. Although Daeron often shirked his duties and marriage being one he often fled from, Maekar was not so quick to force either into it. He knew what happened the last time he disagreed with a marriage and it went through anyway. It was why she was Baelor's charge.
"Soon." Is all he would say. Vhaera's eyes would darken with a soft glow at the thought. She didn't love Daeron like she loved Maekar.