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[vaeycllas]

while vaeyella had found the idea of marriage the most insufferable one , at least it was a marriage that both her step-mother and father agreed upon. an arryn boy , only a few years older than her at eighteen years old , lord rodrik arryn , a known lord of the realm and a celebrated tourney knight. a nephew of queen aemma arryn , a cousin of vaeyella's , it was hard to accept the fact that he was to come to court with her. rodrik , named after his grandfather , seemed far too pleased with the prospect of marrying a princess. though , to be fair , what lord wouldn't be pleased to marry a princess of the realm?

throughout the celebrations , vaeyella’s eyes would drift to her family. her father seemed quite pleased with the match that he was able to make another alliance between the targaryens and arryns , while aegon was drowning in his cups , and helaena seemed to be beside herself , which wasn’t exactly uncommon in situations like these.

a twinge of sympathy would pang the elder princess in her chest as she examined her younger sister , making the executive decision to abandon the dance that she was slated to join soon and join her. "helaena!" vaeyella would call out with a smile , pulling out the chair beside @wcrriorhearts. "how are you enjoying the festivities?" she asked softly , turning her body towards her. she wasn't expecting an immediate response , so vaeyella simply folded her hands together and waited for helaena.