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Fire and Shadow, Rise of the Queen of the Abyss
Chapter 10: Wrath given form.
Sansa sat quietly in her room. She was scared, and lonely. It had only been a few days since her father had been thrown in prison and her house guards slaughtered by Lannister men.
Now she was a prisoner, locked in her room with two Lannister guards standing just outside to make sure she didn't try to escape. A few tears touched at her cheeks which she dabbed away. Her eyes snapped towards the door as it suddenly burst open.
For several long seconds she feared the worst until her eyes settled on the person that had entered. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she recognized the individual as Lyarra.
"Hey, ready to get out of here?" Visenya inquired.
"Lyarra? What are you doing here?" Sansa asked as she quickly crossed the room and approached her half-sister/cousin.
"Rescuing you. Let's go." Visenya responded as she grabbed Sansa and pulled her close while she tossed her invisibility cloak over the two of them.
"What about the guards?" Sansa whispered as Visenya held her close to her side and the two moved together while under the invisibility cloak.
"They wont be a problem. Anyone else wont be able to see us under this cloak, and before you ask, magic. Your father and sister are safe, just stay quiet and stick close and you'll be reunited with them in less then an hour." Visenya whispered as they walked out of the room.
Sansa was about to reply when her eyes widened. Just outside of her room where the two guards were supposed to be stationed, the two instead passed two smoldering piles of gore.
That had done it for her, she was dead silent the rest of the trip. Visenya quietly lead her safely through the castle. No one stopped them, no one so much as looked at them. Within moments they were walking out the front entrance-way and heading out into the city.
In less then an hour, Visenya pulled Sansa into her hideout where her knights and family were waiting for her.
"Father!" Sansa cried out as she flew into Ned's arms as soon as she saw him.
Visenya allowed the Starks a few moments to themselves as she moved over to her knights.
"Any problems while I was gone?" Visenya inquired.
"None, your grace. It's all been quiet." Ser Jonothor replied.
"Good." Visenya replied as she retrieved her mirror to contact Jaehaerys.
"Sansa, are you alright?" Ned whispered to her, as he held his eldest daughter in a tight embrace.
"Father… what's going on? Our guards… they were all killed. The King said you were a traitor… he said such awful things." Sansa whispered, her voice sounding distraught.
"It's alright now Sansa. Everything will be alright." Ned whispered as he pulled back from the hug and gently brushed some hair away from Sansa's face.
Visenya watched the two out of the corner of her eye but said nothing. Arya sat not far off, next to Rhaenys, both also watching curiously. Arya though was quick to hop to her feet and head over to join in the hug once Ned looked over at her, and Sansa noticed her presence as well.
"Jaehaerys." Visenya greeted her brother as his face appeared in the mirror.
"It's done?" Jaehaerys inquired.
"Yes. I'll be bringing our illustrious Stark cousins back up north with me. I'll see you at the wall in a few weeks, baby brother." Visenya informed him.
"Vizy, I've heard from Robb. He's called his bannermen and he's marching south. He wants you and I to go with him." Jaehaerys informed his twin earning a curious look from Visenya.
"Well, that's an interesting development. He probably intends to try and rescue his family with a show of force. If Robb is marching south then he'll probably try and gain the aid of the Riverlands, which means he'll be heading for Riverrun. I guess I'll meet him there." Visenya noted, earning a nod from Jaehaerys.
"What's your plan?" Jaehaerys inquired.
"Even with Lord Stark returned to them, I don't believe the North will just go home and forget about this. Chances are a war will break out, regardless. If that is the case then I need to shift our plans a bit. We may need to accelerate our operations and capture the throne sooner rather then later, but first I need to see what's happening up north beyond the wall. I'll take the Starks to meet up with Robb's army and see where he stands on supporting my claim to the throne. Once that's done I'll head to Winterfell and place the next link in the Floo Network. Then I'll head up to the wall." Visenya informed him, earning a thoughtful look from Jaehaerys.
"You think he'll support us?" Jaehaerys asked.
"Given the choice between us and Joffrey… what do you think?" Visenya responded earning a nod from Jaehaerys.
"Right. Be careful Vizy. I'll see you when you get here." Visenya offered a nod to her twin as his face, faded from view.
She looked back over at the Starks to find them watching her with curious eyes.
"Robb's called the banners and is marching south to rescue you. We need to leave and meet up with him before he does something stupid. I have no problem with booting that blonde haired shit off the throne but I don't need Robb running off half-cocked on an ill advised rescue mission that isn't even a requirement anymore." Visenya informed them, earning a contemplative look from Ned.
"You've gotten us this far. Just tell us what you need us to do next." Ned stated after a quiet moment.
"I'm going to finish healing your leg. Then we'll get the hell out of here. I need to speak with Robb, and then I'm heading for the Wall. Cold wind are rising in the North, and someone is apparently trying their hand at my game." Visenya noted darkly, earning confused looks from her family.
"A dead man tried to attack Jon. That means a necromancer. Which probably means White Walkers." Visenya responded with a sigh, earning shocked looks from the Starks.
"White Walkers? Are you certain of that?" Ned asked as he shared a look with his daughters. The knights gathered around shared dark looks with one another as well. No one liked the idea of White Walkers actually being real, let alone coming back.
"No. That's why I have to head to the wall and see for myself." Visenya responded with a sigh. She didn't like the idea of having another competitor to deal with. She was the master of death, and no one could wield the powers of death like she could. All other necromancers were like children by comparison. In the past Visenya had gone on a bloody campaign to find and kill all of her competitors around the globe. She would hunt them down one by one until she earned the fear of the entire death worshiping community. She didn't care what these fabled White Walkers were in to. If they dabbled in the Black Arts, they would meet the Reaper incarnate and be tested.
Only the Master of Death could decide who should wield such power and who shouldn't. It was her self appointed role, aside from being Dark Lord, and mother of chaos and monsters.
Though uneasy, the Starks had little choice other then to do what she said. Within hours they were sneaking out of King's Landing. One by one, Visenya apparated them out of the city. Once they were all away they began the march to the nearest town where they could buy some horses.
The trip north was slow and quiet. Visenya was distant to most of the Starks, only offering them the occasional courtesy of her time. She did care for them, but Visenya wasn't really a people person. She was a leader, a born ruler, but one didn't treat family that way. Sadly, Visenya didn't really know how to treat family as hers had been shit in her last life and in this one, it was more complicated then it should have been.
Without Jaehaerys to use as a springboard, Visenya came off as quiet and a bit distant. Conversations were often short, and the only ones to really spend a lot of time trying to talk to her, were Arya and Rhaenys.
During the trek north, Visenya spent a lot of time pondering her previous life. She was often deep in thought recalling events of her previous childhood.
-Flashback-
"Wow." Harry whispered as Harriet showed him the small ball of light she had nestled in her hand.
"Shhh." Harriet replied. The two were huddled together in the darkness of the closet under the stairs. Ten years old and already performing magic. Both children were naturally gifted though out of the two, Harriet was much less timid.
Life at the Dursleys was a challenge. Suffering had become a way of life, but even at a young age, the two children grew wise off of their life experiences.
Both children knew to be quiet and were often invisible to those around them. They even had this ability that they developed over time, the ability to speak in each others heads when they locked eyes. So many of the things they learned came from the need to keep themselves alive and safe. They learned to talk without opening their mouths. They learned to move with needing to use their legs, they learned how to make light in the darkness, and even speak with the small creatures that inhabited their tiny home.
The twins were close. They had always been close, and in their lives, they only had each other to count on.
Somehow, the two managed to survive until the following year when they received their letter to Hogwarts. Their first year had been a time of wonderment. The twins had been sorted into Gryffindor and there they made new friends in the form of Ron Weaseley and Hermione Granger. As they always had, the twins were inseparable. They would often times sleep down in the common room, just so they could sleep next to one another. It was honestly a time both would look back on with a great deal of fondness and also a bit of embarrassment.
Often times Harriet could be seen dragging Harry around, both holding hands as she tugged him along to see various wonders around the castle. The two had always been close like that, but in Hogwarts, away from the prying eyes of the Dursleys, the two could really enjoy each others company. They would laugh and play, and do everything they could together.
Their first year was filled with great adventure. From Harry making it onto the Gryffindor Quiditch team, to the troll, to the various puzzles and even the Philosopher's Stone. The death of Quirell was a bit of a dark spot with Harry suffering a mild form of PTSD from having been the one to cause his death with his touch.
When the year ended, the twins returned home to find that they now had a room of their own. They had to share, and the room itself looked like it had come straight from a decrepit, abandoned, motel, but it was a vast improvement over the cupboard.
Despite the age restriction on their wands, the twins continued to practice their magic in secret. Now having their own room, the two spent long hours trying out new abilities and things that they could do without wands.
Magic just came so easily to them. Where Harry seemed to excel at Charms, Harriet became much more attuned with Transfiguration. Both were learning to perform their first year spells without a wand. They found such a thing to be possible with enough practice, and both found themselves wondering why people in general didn't just learn this.
As time went on the new school year began to close in and that led to their confrontation with the excitable little house elf, Dobby. The elf seemed desperate to keep the twins from returning to Hogwarts and even tried to stop them from returning by getting them into trouble with the Dursleys. Luckily Harriet was able to stop him by grabbing him and teleporting to another place, warning him that he shouldn't come back. Seeing what she was able to do, and hearing her yell at him, sent the little elf into a despair and he quickly departed, calling himself a bad elf, and beating on his own head as he went.
Harriet had felt bad for him, but she was far more concerned with the Dursleys and keeping out of trouble.
Afterwards she quickly returned to Harry and the two spent the rest of summer on the lookout for the elf, waiting for more of his shenanigans to get them into trouble.
He reappeared while they were attempting to enter platform nine and three-quarters and sealed the platform, but the two were able to just teleport to it when no one was looking. They later learned that Ron had also been left trapped on the other side, and had stolen a flying car in order to make it to school on time.
It was only by Dumbledore's good graces that he managed to avoid being expelled.
That year was full of twists and turns for the twins, dealing with Lockheart, and the soon to be revealed Basilisk. It was troublesome. It was only after Hermione discovered it's lair were the twins able to deal with it, with a little help from Fawkes. One of the major issues during that year was everyone turning on Harry, believing him to be the heir of Slytherin, and the one responsible. This led to a lot of hurt feelings and a lot of time the twins spent alone with only each other.
Looking back on those days, it always managed to ruin Visenya's mood. Those days had been so telling, about the state of the world. The way everyone abandoned Harry the moment they thought him responsible, the way they all treated him like dirt. It was truly eye opening for the young Harriet Potter. By the end of the year, everything was cleared up, and Harry had forgiven his classmates, but Harriet never did. She had been one of only a handful of people to stand with Harry, she refused to acknowledge those that didn't. Those that would throw him to the wolves so callously.
So kind, in fact, was Harry that he even went out of his way to free the little House Elf that had been pestering them during the summer before their second year. Harry had tricked his master, Lucius Malfoy, into freeing the elf. It was things like that, that slowly started to paint a picture that would always lead Harriet Potter to question why? Why was Harry so willing to give others second chances, yet when it came to her, for some reason, she was beyond all saving.
By the time third year rolled around, the Harriet was much more guarded, only really friends with a handful of other people including, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna.
That was the year Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban, as well as the year that the illustrious Minister Fudge decided it would be a great idea to surround small children with soul sucking Dementors. That in and of itself was an even bigger issue as they seemed to find Harry just as attractive as his sister did, meaning that they were all over him whenever they got the chance.
During that year, Harry and Harriet unofficially began their relationship. While they weren't as inseparable as they had been as children, they were still just as close as the Weasely twins.
It started with Harriet kissing Harry when they spent the day together in what Harriet had coined their first date.
The year went on with all the usual crap, of people keeping things from the twins, the twins eventually figuring it out and then they would generally solve the problem on their own with the adults standing by the way side playing with themselves.
They had to deal with Werewolves, time travel, and the execution of an innocent magical creature. All in all, it was a trying affair.
That year the twins learned that they actually had a godfather and that he loved them. This left them excited for all of six seconds before he was arrested, thrown in a cell, broken out of jail by them, and then sent on the run to hide from the ministry until Peter Pettigrew was captured so he could prove his innocence.
It was the summer before fourth year when the two began their actual romantic relationship.
The two had been alone all of their lives, they had only ever had one another. At first it was just their close friendship, but over time they began to see each other as an outlet for deeper feelings and curiosities that eventually morphed into full on romantic feelings.
The twins knew their relationship was taboo, so they kept it a secret. It wasn't hard to share intimate moments, seeing as how they shared a room at the Dursleys and they slept in the same bed basically every night over the summer.
To keep the Dursleys from getting suspicious, Harry would always sleep on the outside of the bed and on the floor next to the bed was a blanket. If they heard the Dursleys knocking or pounding at the door, Harry would quickly roll off the bed and onto the floor, to pretend like he slept there instead of on the bed.
It was little tricks like that, that the twins learned to use, to keep their relationship secret. Through all of the trials and tribulations of their following school years, the twins held to one another, their love only growing as they faced off against Voldemort and eventually defeated him.
It was these times that Harriet Potter would always come back to when she looked for the source of where everything went wrong. As children, they had only had each other. Perhaps she had given Harry too much freedom? Perhaps she had underestimated how close he was to others, like Ron and Hermione? Perhaps she waited too long to share her suspicions about Dumbledore with him? There were so many things Harriet Potter had wondered about, that it often filled up days of her life with contemplation and reflection.
An answer never formed. The two had loved each other. They had loved one another with a ferocity that was unmatched, and yet… somewhere along the line, she had lost him. At some point in their relationship, there was enough distance for Harry to fall into Dumbledore's clutches.
Fourth year was really where things started to go wrong. That year Hogwarts held the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry's name came out of the Goblet of Fire. Everyone immediately turned on him again, including Ron. Harriet once again stuck by her brother and comforted him, when he felt alone. Harriet had though after Fourth year, that she had cemented her place in Harry's heart, as his lover, and closest confidant. She had always been with him, and had helped him through all of the various challenges.
The two had spent the entirety of the Yule Ball watching one another as discreetly as they could. And Harriet was even used as Harry's object of importance, that he had to retrieve during the second task, which he did with fiery resolves, seeing as how it was his beloved twin in danger.
That was also the year that Voldemort returned to power, and Harriet Potter often reflected on that one moment, wondering if it, maybe had something to do with the gap that had formed between the twins. Harry had been kidnapped and used in the ritual that had brought him back from the dead. He had been alone, with Harriet unable to find him, or help him. She had heard his cries for help, but she could do nothing to reach him.
It was during that event that Voldemort himself revealed that he wasn't sure which of the twins had been responsible for his death. The spell that Lily Potter had used to shield them, had worked on both twins, and they had looked so much alike at only a year old, that Voldemort didn't honestly know which one he had targeted first. Harry bore the lightning bolt scar, but Harriet Potter had a scar of her own, on her arm. One that resembled a crooked V. So no one really knew who was really responsible for deflecting the curse that day.
Luckily Harry was able to escape and bring news of Voldemort's Resurrection back to Dumbledore. The Ministry was quick to dismiss it, and spent the rest of the year, and the following summer, trashing Harry and Dumbledore's reputation.
That summer, things started to change. They were deep changes, with Harriet becoming darker, and Harry becoming conflicted. But… one thing that didn't change, was their feelings for each other. The summer before their fifth year, the two began to experiment sexually. It started out with touching, but by the end of the summer, the two were having sex.
It was during that time, that Harry would always say such sweet things to her. He would tell his twin that the two of them would run away together once they graduated. They would go find somewhere far away from Britain, like elsewhere in Europe or Asia, or maybe even in the America's, and they would get married, where no one knew them.
They'd find a place where they could be together, openly, without anyone knowing.
Harriet Potter fell more in love with her brother, during that summer, then in any time to follow.
Fifth year was hell. The Ministry was dead set on ruining Harry's life. Despite not knowing how intimate the twins were, the Ministry appointed High Inquisitor, made sure to do whatever she could to keep the two apart. The ministry believed that Harry and Dumbledore were the problems and that the respectful and quiet Harriet Potter was on their side. Naturally this led to them making asses of themselves as they put new rules into place that forbade physical contact, or from congregating in groups of two or more.
All in all, it was a pain. Especially when Harry tried to challenge the High Inquisitor, and ended up with scars on the back of his hand, for his efforts.
Those scars were what drew Harriet over the edge. She had hated Madam Umbridge, but now she wanted her dead. So Harriet saw to that. Without anyone knowing, she started to work with Madam Umbridge to try and find where 'Dumbledore's army' was gathering. Harriet worked to get the woman's trust and eventually told her that they were gathering at a specific place in the forbidden forest.
Madam Umbridge took the opportunity to reveal Dumbledore for the crook he was, and stormed out to the forest with several teachers, and Dumbledore himself. What none of them knew was that Harriet had been sending messages to Aragog the Acromantula, using her Patronus, and he and his children knew that tasty morsels were coming to greet them.
The attack had been coordinated and sudden, and it was only due to Dumbledore's magical skill that the teachers managed to survive. Umbridge was not so lucky, having been bitten by one of the giant spiders, she later died from the poison.
The Ministry was furious and blamed Dumbledore for it, forcing him out of Hogwarts, but being unable to capture him.
That was the year that Voldemort utilized the bit of his soul that resided within Harry and Harriet, to try and learn more about them and Dumbledore. At the time, only Harry was really showing the affects, with Harriet keeping her nightmares to herself, for fear of becoming a pawn of Dumbledore's like it was apparent he was trying to make Harry.
That year ended with a trap, that resulted in the death of the twins beloved Godfather, Sirius Black. Harry had blamed himself for the incident, and even went so far as to project blame from Harriet, claiming that she also blamed him for it, which she didn't, and had never even contemplated.
This drove a wedge between the two which lasted all the way through the rest of the year. It was the beginning of the summer that allowed the twins to finally sit out and have a long conversation where Harriet drove it into her brother's skull that she didn't blame him for what happened to Sirius. She blamed Voldemort. Whether he truly believed her at the time, she didn't know, but it helped to mend their bond. In honor of their wild and crazy godfather, the twins tried to have some wild and crazy fun, whenever they weren't being watched by Moody. Any other watcher they could get away with having some rough sex in their rooms. All they had to do was cast some silencing charms on their rooms, without wands, and no one would know. Only Moody could act the killjoy, but if he wasn't there, then the twins would honor their beloved dogfather in a way he seemed to approve of if his knowing looks, and occasional winks were anything to go by.
Magicals had always been a lot less put off by incest, even amongst twins. It was still taboo, and a full on relationship would have never been allowed, but it did still happen and people acknowledged it. Sirius seemed to know from the moment he met the twins that they were in love. And despite never actually bringing it up, he seemed to support their love, in his own, doggish ways.
It was during sixth year that the war actually began in full. Death Eaters launched attacks. The order of the Phoenix began to fight back, and Hogwarts became a battle ground between children on both sides of the conflict.
The war against Voldemort had warped Harry into a perfect little weapon of the light. He truly believed in the nonsense that Dumbledore would spew. He agreed with second chances. He agreed with finding the good in everyone. He agreed with the light and it's doctrine.
The twins were together through everything. They hunted the Horcrux together. They defeated Voldemort together, they lived and loved and became the ones who had conquered evil.
And when the time came to test his resolve against his love for his sister and her inner demons, he made a choice that would forever alter the course of the world.
It was Harry's betrayal that had set Harriet on the path to becoming a dark lord that made Voldemort look like a whiny brat by comparison. It was Dumbledore manipulating Harry that led to the Third and worst of the Dark Lords that Dumbledore had helped to create.
They were the ones to set everything in motion. The once dark and misunderstood Harriet, had become a target of the fanatical Light side and Harry had believed in the lies they spewed. His betrayal had destroyed Harriet, it soured her love and led her to discarding her birth name.
She took everything the Potter's had, everything she could get her hands on. She did the same with the Blacks, and then she severed herself from those two ruined estates, leaving Harry and the Light with as little as possible. She burned down her families ancestral home, the one she and Harry had shared when they graduated from Hogwarts, she had even set fire to Hogwarts, destroying the castle, as an opening volley to show the world, what had been done to her.
The castle burned, and with it, the future of the world disappeared. For thirty years, nothing had happened. For thirty years… the Dark Lord disappeared into the underworld, hunting her rivals, the necromancers, building her power base, and growing her raw strength. It was on the night of her fiftieth birthday, that she reappeared in Godric's Hallow. Where Harry had now lived. She had approached his home and spent several hours placing powerful wards around it to keep him from being able to leave. Then she proceeded to burn the entire town to ash, all the while slaughtering anyone who tried to stop her.
She fought for nearly and hour until finally Dumbledore arrived to try and stop her. By that point in time, he was a withered old man with barely anything left in him, but he still held himself like he was a hundred years younger. That had been part of Harriet's plan. Once Dumbledore arrived, she was quick to tear the old bastard, limb from limb. He could do nothing to stop her, and much to his own surprise his wand, the Elder Wand itself, refused to fight her. Meaning his death came quickly, when she hit him with the killing curse.
She then retrieved the Elder Wand which she had originally won from Voldemort after he had stolen it from Dumbledore, and she used it to remove her wards and finish her assault on Harry's home.
By that point in time, Harry and his 'beloved' wife Ginny had heard all of the commotion and had come outside to see what was happening. They had watched in horror for over an hour as Harriet slaughtered hundreds of people before their very eyes.
Harry had spent most of that time trying in vain to remove his sister's wards, but he simply wasn't skilled enough to pull it off. Harriet's power and knowledge had grown to astronomical levels in her time away, and she returned now, a master of magic, one not seen since Merlin.
She recalled as clear as day how she blew past her own wards and engaged Harry and Ginny, easily besting the two with the Elder Wand now in her possession. Harry had tried to speak to her, to call out to her and apologize for his actions. He said whatever he could to try and break her out of her rampage but to no avail. He was easily defeated and cast aside. She had destroyed his Holly wand with a single blast of pure magic and then she had banished him into the ruins of a nearby building. He slammed through a wall, and was nearly killed by a razor sharp spear of debris that impaled him through the gut.
Ginny was then left alone to face her husband's first love, and twin sister. Ginny put up even less of a fight then Harry had, losing in a matter of seconds. Harriet had been deliberate in her attacks, ensuring that Harry got to see as she broke his wife's legs, forcing her to the ground. She then marched past the screaming form of Ginny Weasely, and into their house. Several moments later, she emerged with the Cloak of Invisibility in hand. That ultimately led to her uniting the three Deathly Hallows into her possession as she already had the Resurrection Stone from her time in school, during the war with Voldemort.
After she left the house she returned to Ginny where she then proceeded to literally tear her limb from limb. Harry's begs for her to stop fell on deaf ears as Ginny had all of her skin removed in long bloody strips by his twins magic.
Ginny was kept alive throughout the onslaught, only dying after Harriet had started rupturing her organs, one by one. The killing blow came when she finally burst Ginny's heart, ending her life. Then to add salt into the wound, she erased Ginny's body with Fiendfyre. Annihilating it and preventing a burial. She then departed, throwing a merciless glare at the man she had once loved with all of her heart.
That had been the start of their war. That had been the night she had initiated her assault on the entire world. For centuries afterwards, the twins fought. They fought as Harriet unleashed all forms of nasty monsters onto the world. They fought as the gods themselves intervened, sending Dumbledore back to the realm of the living as a champion of sorts to guide Harry and the Golden Trio once again. The twins fought, even as Harriet's rage began to subside. The years drew on, and where once, fire and brimstone, filled Harriet's heart, eventually a cold sadness, replaced it.
Death and carnage had become a way of life, and Harriet slowly found herself falling back in love with her twin brother. The courageous and noble brother that had forsaken her so long ago.
-End Flashback-
Visenya let out a sigh, as she pulled herself from her memories. She wiped at her cheeks, removing the fresh tears that had stained them. To her luck, most of her party hadn't noticed that she had started crying, but Rhaenys had, and was staring at her younger sister with curious eyes.
Visenya kept her eyes to the road, ignoring her sister. She hated how emotional she could get when she dwell-ed on her ancient past. Such things had come and gone, and yet still they had an affect on her. With a shake of her head, she pushed the memories back, refusing to let them back in. She had a new life, and a new purpose. Her past was over and done with, and nothing could change that.
The trip north was quiet. Visenya was easily able to keep most people away with a mere glance, but the presence of five heavily armed and armored knights, also served to keep most bandits and highwaymen away from their little group. Very little talking occurred. Ned spent more time questioning the reanimated Knights then he did his niece. Most of them could only offer vague explanations though, as they didn't fully understand the hows either. The only real answer they could give him, was that it had been the power of the rings she had given them, that had brought them back.
But that then led to the question of where Visenya had acquired the rings in the first place, seeing as how Rhaenys had one, but she had, had it since she was a little girl, meaning Visenya couldn't have given in to her, as she wouldn't of even been born yet.
Questions like these, filled Lord Starks mind as they moved up towards the Riverlands. Slowly but surely they closed in on Riverrun where Visenya knew that the Starks would be safe and she could keep moving to meet up with Robb if he hadn't already made it to Riverrun.
After meeting with Robb, Visenya planned on heading for Winterfell, and then the Wall. A creeping feeling had filled her heart, and for some reason, she really wanted to see Jaehaerys. She knew why she wanted to see him. He reminded her so much of Harry, whom she still loved, very deeply. At times the two almost seemed indistinguishable. Jaehaerys was much darker then Harry had been, but he was still kind, and noble, and valiant. He was a good man, a great man. One Visenya loved, just as much as she had loved Harry.
She didn't intend to lose her twin, this time. This time, she would rule the world, with him by her side, and she would show him paradise. A world free of injustice and sin. A world of happiness, forged by her own hands. Visenya had no doubts in her mind. The two would stand together, from now, until the very end. She would allow for nothing less.
-To Be Continued-
Alright, there you all go. Hope you enjoyed some of the backstory. I hope it fills in a few gaps in Visenya's character. We'll learn more about Visenya's past life and Harry's betrayal in later chapters. See ya then.