265 AC
King's Landing
Muffled screams echoed through the halls of the Red Keep, the entire royal Court silent in the Throne Room as King Aerys Targaryen, the Second of His Name, sat on his throne of swords awaiting the news of his new child.
It lasted for hours, much longer than any maidens had ever anticipated. The King and his council weren't expecting much either, Queen Rhaella's last two pregnancies had been unsuccessful and it seemed there would remain only one successor to the King; young Prince Rhaegar.
And a while later, long into the night, Rhaella's screams died out and were replaced with that of a baby. A new, healthy, baby girl, whose first cry was said to extinguish all the fires in King's Landing and bathe the Red Keep in utter darkness.
The King rejoiced at the birth of his daughter, declaring her a soldier that fought for life and naming her Visenya, after Aegon the Conquorer's first wife and warrior Queen. With the standard silver-gold hair of Valyrian descent and indigo eyes, wide and innocent and hypnotising, she was his perfect Princess. Although he could not name her Princess of Dragonstone like he wished, since his son was already the Prince and his heir, he vowed to instead build a new city of white marble on the south bank of the Blackwater for her to rule and live.
Her presentation was the busiest the King's Hand, Ser Tywin Lannister had ever seen the Red Keep - not even Aerys' Coronation or Rhaegar's birth had as many guests. All the noble Lords were present to meet the new Princess Visenya, the Jewel of the Seven Kingdoms.
Ambushed with potential proposals, the King decided that day that he would defy the Targaryen traditions and not marry his daughter to his son. Since the extinction of the dragons, their family needed to make more conventional alliances with the other Houses in order to maintain their loyalty, and the best way to do that was through marriage. His daughter deserved only the best, and seeing as his own marriage to his sister was an unhappy one, he presented her as a maiden of whom will one day unite another dutiful family to the Targaryens through marriage and strengthen the bonds of the royals and nobility. The Faith of the Seven commended him immensely for this.
Ser Tywin was a cold and intimidating man, but even he couldn't deny any affection for the new babe, who giggled at the glittering gold of his hair and poked at the pin on his coat, and he was strangely calmed by her laughter rather than disgusted, for she was just a swaddle of silver locks and toothless smiles who couldn't harm a thing if she'd wanted to.
When she cried, he thought she roared like a lion.