Visenya Targaryen was everything Jon never knew he wanted. As a bastard, he never had the luxury of dreaming of heirs to carry on the family name, and he later swore an oath to the Night's Watch to never father a child. Perhaps, even when he desired to put a baby in Daenerys, it was because he wanted to prove her infertility concerns wrong. He knew she wanted a human baby more than anything, and it was only fitting that he attempt to give her one.
The timing of Daenerys' pregnancy was impractical of course; he had taken the news of his mother and father hard, and they were in the middle of war with the Night King and his army of the undead. He almost didn't think he would live long enough to see his child being born, but they had prevailed in the end.
Princess Visenya was born at the end of the long night, with silver curls and violet eyes, and Princess Rhaenys who favored the Starks followed two years later.
It was a warm sunny day, and Jon often thought about the battle and his family while he walked around the tiltyard to observe the children and squires practice their sword fighting. Sometimes he wanted to forget and go back to the times where he and Robb would give Bran pointers on how to shoot a bow, only to have Arya upstage the poor boy. However, his eyes always immediately caught Visenya's wild silver curls as she clashed and parried wooden swords with whichever young boy had the misfortune of being selected to practice with her, and he realized that he had gotten everything he ever wanted. He wouldn't want to go back and change anything.
He had been surprised when Visenya had asked to learn how to fight. She excelled in the womanly arts, and reminded him of Sansa in a way. He supposed Visenya wanted to try when Rhaenys started to learn after she refused to sew for longer than five minutes. Soon, with a few lessons and hours of practice, she bested most of the aspiring boys and her younger sister. He thought that Daenerys coddled her too much by refusing to let her practice with a real sword and more advanced opponents, but he never said anything. Visenya would be Queen, not a knight, and they didn't need any unnecessary accidents to happen.
Visenya didn't know he was watching as he silently cheered her on as she battled with a one of the knight's sons. She smiled widely as her wooden sword went to the boy's neck, and Jon continued on his walk.
"Shouldn't you be singing and wearing pretty dresses?" A little Dornish boy jeered as he helped the defeated boy get some water. They were all tired of the stupid Princess beating them and getting special treatment when she was only a girl.
"I do," Visenya responded, trying to ignore them. Greyworm had told her that everyone was jealous when he had found her crying in Missandei's arms. She was too embarrassed to tell her mother and father that the boys were rude and teases her relentlessly just for being a girl. Rhaenys didn't care what anyone said (she had puched a few of them after all), but Visenya was more sensitive.
"Your father is the greatest swordsman in Westeros and defeated the army of the dead. Your mother conquered Essos, freed the slaves, and took the Seven Kingdoms with her dragons. You're just a pathetic little girl," the boy said as a few other children gathered around at the commotion.
Visenya's lip trembled as the boys laughed and willed her to start crying. She had to remind herself that she was a dragon and she had to be strong.
"Leave her alone," the young Lannister ward said coming to her defense, but she had already fled the tiltyard.
"Visenya? What's wrong, my love?" Daenerys asked as her daughter ran straight into her. She had managed to hold the tears, but she broke down in her mother's arms.
...
Damion Lannister, the fourth child of the late Queen Cersei and Jaime Lannister, pulled out his Valyrian steel blade and pointed it at the boy. "I challenge you to duel for Princess Visenya's honor."
The boy's eyes widened in terror as more people started gathering around. Someone had placed a metal sword in his hand, but he was no match for the young squire. Damion Lannister was exceptionally gifted with a blade for only seeing three and ten name days, and was often called the next Jaime Lannister- in private of course.
"What in the Seven Hells is going on over there?" Jon asked Little Sam, his squire. The boy shrugged, and he spotted Rhaenys running towards them. He grabbed the back of her practice armor, and she whined in frustration.
"Let me go, or I'll miss it! Damion is going to slash someone's brains out for Visenya!" The young girl whined.
Jon scowled deeply, and glanced at the crowd of boys. He had wanted the Lannister boy as far away from his daughters as possible, but Daenerys had insisted that they keep him as their ward, so he would be with his last remaining family member, Tyrion. He supposed it was sweet that his wife practically treated him as her own son. "And why would he do that?"
Rhaenys frowned at him, and it made him feel stupid, "Don't you know anything? They've been making eyes at each other for months. Visenya gets embarrassed when we tease her for it. I've heard that some of the servants have caught them alone together."
Knowing nothing was one of his specialties apparently. All Jon could see was red as he marched over to the boys and started yelling obscenities. Most of the children ran away in fright, as they didn't want to upset their king. At that moment, he wished that Ghost was with him because he was sure quite a few of them would have pissed their pants.
Damion looked glum and was about to apologize when Jon just shook his head and rolled his eyes. He didn't want to deal with the Lannister boy now that he had new revelations that Visenya fancied him. Also, he had to figure out what had upset his daughter.
...
"Visenya?" Jon called, knocking on her door while stepping inside. He smiled when he noticed his wife sitting on her bed. Daenerys was humming a tune and stroking Visenya's hair, while he watched fondly.
Daenerys always had a special bond with Visenya and had loved her more than anything else in the world. Rhaenys was too busy getting into things she wasn't supposed to and had no desire to be coddled by her mother. Visenya was all dragon, whereas Rhaenys was all wolf, and sometimes he didn't think Daenerys knew what to do with her except leave her to her own devices.
"I saw you in the tiltyard today," Jon said with pride, "You were brilliant."
Visenya still looked glum, and Daenerys shot him a look to tell him that he shouldn't have brought that up. "The boys were teasing me again," she said quietly.
"They're jealous my little dragon," Dany said soothingly. "You just need to show them what dragons do to lesser beasts." Visenya smiled at that.
"I'm sure that they won't be bothering you for awhile after what Damion tried to do for you," Jon said. Visenya's pale cheeks flushed crimson, and he nearly scowled. She did fancy him, and he was probably using her. "He was going to kill the boy who teased you before I put a stop to it. He's not right for you, Visenya."
Visenya's head shot up and she looked as if she was going to burst into tears, "What do you mean not right? He will be the Lord of Casterly rock after Lord Tyrion."
"He will be the Lord of Casterly Rock and nothing more," Jon said. They had already told Tyrion that they were not going to honor his deal with Cersei to have their children wed. Visenya's happiness was more important to them than a deal where Cersei didn't keep her end of the bargain. She could have anyone but him. "You are too young."
"I'll be three and ten soon," she protested.
"That's enough, both of you," Daenerys said. Perhaps it was meant to be this way. "We will talk about it when your moon blood comes."
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"They're holding hands!" Rhaenys squealed to her parents after she was done with her match. Damion and Visenya were sitting rather close to one another on a bench observing a match. Their hands were intertwined as they giggled about something.
Jon scowled, and Daenerys put her hand on his shoulder. He did not defeat the army of the dead to have the Lannister boy sink his claws into his precious little girl.
Yet, the Mummer's would sing songs about the rebirth of Westeros, and how old wounds would heal with the Targaryen Queen and the Lannister King.
Author's Note: I made the decision that the first chapter was going to be a one shot, but since that 5 second teaser came out with Daenerys and Jon in Winterfell I had inspiration to add this second part. I am a huge fan of baby Lannister x baby Targaryen, and if I wrote the ending it would happen. I cannot stand show writers putting miscarriages in for shock value (it's so sad and it's always the special wanted babies), so I hope Cersei has the baby. Also, I hope Dany and Jon have one, too, but I kind of already see it as canon.