Three creatures are flying overhead, it takes a second to place them as dragons. There is only a few drawings of them left, and of course, the collection of dragon skulls the Targaryen's had coveted for almost three hundred years.
The three dragons flew with a grace that was breathtaking. They were massive. If you looked closely, on each dragon's back, there was a rider with white blond hair flying freely behind them. They stood proud and confident like being on dragons back was easier than walking. Looking up at the dragons was a sight to behold when a murmur was heard and suddenly all three dragons let loose a wave of fire engulfing everything. The fire encased the entire field of sight until everything was black.
When the black faded away, there was a tall man with copper toned skin. His black hair was in a braid that went down to his legs. His eyes were as black as his hair, but they held a certain softness that did not look right with his rigid an taught muscles. The man sat atop a strong looking red colored horse. His eyes were solely on the girl on a pure white horse, whose head was tilted so she her eyes could connect to his. All that she could see of the girl was her white blond hair and her thin frame. As it goes on a happy and content feeling over takes the scene, completing overwhelming.
Suddenly they disappear and all that is noticeable is an enormous pyre. The flames are blazing, showing that the pyre has been burning for a while. Then the pyre is coming closer, almost like they're walking towards it. The flames are close enough that they should be burning. As the flames get closer, and all that can be seen is the orange light no matter which way you turn, a loud screech emits from the center, and a familiar voice that is heard from above shouts, "BURN THEM ALL!"
Visenya quickly sits up from the bed, coated in a heavy layer of sweat. She sucks in as much air as she can, trying to slow down her racing heart. She thinks back to the dream she just had, it was very fragmented, but she knew it was important. They always were, and lately they had been getting more and more frequent.
Once her breath slowed down enough, she pushed the sheets of the bed she was in off of her and got up. She walks over to the mirror and looks at herself. Being in one place for so long has enabled her to grow her white hair down to her waist. and though she has lived the majority of her life in sun beaten areas, her skin was relatively pale.
"Princess, does this dress work?" One of the servants says, breaking her out of her thoughts.
"Yes its perfect, thank you. I'll get it on myself though, its not complicated. Just place it on the separator" she replies not looking towards the girl, her eyes still looking at her reflection.
"O-of course Mi'lady" she says as she does what she was instructed.
Visenya sighs as she turns away from the mirror to grab the dress and slip it over her body. It was one of the new dresses the oh so great Magister had gifted her. It was all black myrish silk with the open back and lack of sleeves it worked well in the hot weather Pentos was known for. Though the heat never bothered Visenya, she enjoyed the breeze all the same. She slips on matching black slippers, and with one last look to make sure she is suitable she walks out of the room, her hair still free flowing around her shoulders.
She walks through the hallways with purpose, She needs to make sure her sister is ready for what the day will bring. As she walks the familiar route, her mind drifts to when her and her siblings had to flee from their homeland.
She was on a ship taking her and her brother from Dragonstone, from her home. Neither she or her brother were saying anything, just focusing on the the castle their dead mother was laying in.
(flashback)
She turns her head when she hears foot steps coming closer, she recognizes the man to be Ser William Darry, one of her mothers loyal guards. He has something in his hands. Once he's stops se sees its a baby.
"Your Grace's, this is your new sister," he say to them. He was about to continue when Viserys starts talking.
"She killed our mother, she deserves the same fate." he says, not even bothering to turn to face any of them, his eyes on the island thats quickly getting smaller.
"No brother, remember what Momma told us, she said that we need to protect her. Dragons protect their family, and we are dragons." Visenya says, reaching her arm out to her brothers shoulder.
Viserys turns to face her, he looks at her for a moment before looking down at the newborn babe. He looks back up to his sister and responds, "You are right sister, like always," he jokes, "Dragons stick together."
Visenya still sees the under lying anger and hate in his eyes, but doesn't say anything about it. She understands, she cant help but be mad at her new sister either.
"What did out Mother name her?" Viserys asks Ser William.
Ser William sighs and looks at the twins before he tells them, "The Queen said she had a name, but she announce it before…" he trails off, not wanting to put the words out there.
"I know" Visenya says, "I remember asking Mother about the names she and Father wanted for the new baby. If it was a boy he was to be Daeron, and for a girl she told me it was to be Daenerys. She wanted something to connect to Elia and her home but still be a Targaryen name." She finishes, looking at her sister, Daenerys, it fits she thinks. As she's looking Daenerys opens her eyes and Visenya notes that her eyes are a deep purple; the same colors as Rhaegar's and their Mother's. Different than hers and Viserys' who share their fathers more lilac colored eyes.
(End flashback)
Viseyna stops her reminiscing as she gets to the door she wants. She walks in without bothering to knock and sees that her brother had already beaten her there. She sees Viserys placing a sheer purple dress into Dany's arms.
"My dear siblings, it seems that I am late, my sincerest apologies." Visenya says, slightly sarcastically, as a way to announce her presence. She walks further into the room and closer to her siblings.
As she stops next to them she turns to her twin and tells him, "Leave us brother, I can take care of Daenerys' bath. And we need quality sister time before this afternoon."
"Of course my darling sister, but when you are finished here please come to my room; we have to talk." Once he's finished, he lays a hand on her hip and places a kiss on the side of her mouth.
As he is walking out Visenya replies with, "Of course Viserys."
Once the door closes behind her brother she turns to her little sister with a smile on her face. She looks at the dress that she is still holding and comments, "Thats a very pretty dress."
"Daenerys looks down at the dress and mumbles, "Its for the meeting."
"Well I'm jealous, I would love to wear that dress," Its a complete lie, but whatever Visenya needs to say to get Dany in a better mood she will.
"Well then why don't you marry him?" Daenerys snaps at her sister, before she realizes what she said. Once she does Visenya notices how her eyes get bigger before her sister quickly bows her head again. Visenya is actually happy about it though, Dany needs to be stronger if she's going to survive this world she thinks.
"Dany," Visenya starts, placing finger under her sisters chin so she can look in her eyes. "You remember what I've told you. I know you do. This is going to help us. And i know its going to help you." she finishes, looking into familiar deep purple eyes.
"Well I don't believe you!" Dany tells her, moving her head from her sisters hand. Visenya, while happy that Daenerys was getting braver was starting to get annoyed.
"I've seen it Daenerys. I've seen both happiness and power." Visenya doesn't mention the intense sadness she also felt in her dreams. She continues, "Please just be patient my sweet. You wouldn't want to wake the dragon would you?" She finishes, making fun of her brother but also remembering her older brother who would use that line to get her and Viserys to do what hey were told.
She sees Daenerys starting to laugh at that so she grabs the grass from her hands and throws it on the nearest chair.
"Now how about that bath?" she says as she leads Dany to the steaming water.
The Dragon Twins
Visenya enters her brothers room and notices him looking at her nightgown that was still on the chair. Viceroys looks up from the chair when he hears the door slam closed and to her. He waves his hand silently telling her to come closer. As she does she notices how thin he still is, even after the time they mean with Ilyrio.
"You had another one of your dreams last night. You were moving in your sleep, it was very disruptive." he tells her with a smirk so she knows he isn't truly angry, just curious.
"How observant Vissy." she tells him, not wanting to bring the dream up. She moves to sit but he grabs her wrist to stop her from moving.
He tightens his grip when he almost yells, "What was it about? Tell me!"
Visenya just sighs and tells him about the dream. As he does, his grip tightens, but he doesn't let go of her wrist. Instead he pulls her closer to him so they're chests are touching.
"That sounds good. That means that this is still a good decision." he murmurs, looking into her eyes.
"Thats what I've always told you. And I don't know why you keep pretending that this marriage has been your idea." Visenya whispers to him. Mostly joking, but Viserys can hear the agitation in her voice.
"You know why. They wouldn't have agreed if it came from a girl-" Visenya interrupts with a scoff. Viserys just gives her a hard look before continuing, "And it will be easier if Daenerys hates me. She needs to have her sister." he finishes.
Visenya doesn't say anything, just continuing to look in her brothers eyes. He leans down give her a kiss. Visenya doesn't let the kiss last for longer than a few seconds before she turns her head.
"Dany is probably finished getting ready, we should go meet her." She says, not even bothering to ask for an apology for the bruising on her wrist. It wasn't the first and it was definitely not going to be the last. She wasn't angry though, she gave him just as many bruises as he gave her. All that mattered was that Daenerys wasn't the target of their anger.