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@oc-challenges New Year Challenge ↪ Day One: What A Tangled Web We Weave

Vaella and Viserys │ The Betrayal

To Whatever End

"My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to bite; they’ve set me on a path from which there is no escape. So I embrace it. I burn my decency and my name. I burn all that I am - not in the name of power nor tradition - but for the carnal justice in which I have been denied. For my sister. For my mother. For my love. I will take it, with Fire and Blood, I will take it! // If the gods won't hold men to their oaths, I fucking will!"--- A spare princess meets a quarrelsome river-Lord with a temper and moniker that belies a tender touch. Whatever could go wrong...

Chapter 9: The Mosaic

To Whatever End

"My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to bite; they’ve set me on a path from which there is no escape. So I embrace it. I burn my decency and my name. I burn all that I am - not in the name of power nor tradition - but for the carnal justice in which I have been denied. For my sister. For my mother. For my love. I will take it, with Fire and Blood, I will take it! // If the gods won't hold men to their oaths, I fucking will!" --- A spare princess meets a quarrelsome river-Lord with a temper and moniker that belies a tender touch. Whatever could go wrong...

Chapter 8: Let It Rot

Viserys tries to mend old wounds as Vaella stands her ground; an unexpected addition forces Otto to scramble to save his plan.

Viserys stared into the dark void so hard he felt Aemma stare back. He missed his wife. He did not wish for a new one. “I loved your mother very much.” It spilled from him, unfettered. The table held its breath. Rhaenyra smiled sadly, rather delighted to hear the words spoken out loud for what felt like the first time. “As did I.” Viserys looked to Vaella, who gripped the silver chalice in her hand with a white knuckle grip. She said nothing as she stared at the goose ahead. No words were needed from her. His eyes dropped to her plate, still mostly whole - only her honeyed bun gone - and an orange, unpeeled, that she’d rolled around the table through the night.  Sensing his stare, Vaella cut her gaze to him, a faraway look in her eye as she waited for him to say something. She said not a word about her mother, and Viserys left likely never would again. Not to him, at least. Still, he couldn’t help but bite his tongue from reprimanding her to eat more. Viserys thought it better not to comment. That was a mother’s duty, after all.

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