Made of Blood and Sapphire

by Drusillasvoices

Viserra Velaryon is the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and the late Lady Laena. When she turned 19 the fates played her a trick. She is sent to Kings Landing to be with her grandfather Corlys. She hates the entire city. The city contains Aemond. He stole the dragon that was meant to be hers. He bullies her and she snaps back. Yet, she can not shake the feeling he gives her...

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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="3dc782fb3befe52dfef2b852d2b96bc6"She kept thinking as they walked down the stairs and into the gardens, the Weirwood tree stood tall as always and next to it-br style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "Grandmother?" Viserra walked over to Rhaenys and looked up at her style="box-sizing: border-box;" /Her regal mask had faltered, she threw her arms around Viserra and nearly bruised her ribs with the style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "Sweetling, please sit" she said when she let go, motioning for her to take a seat next to her on the style="box-sizing: border-box;" /This could not be good. At style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "Has something happened?" Viserra asked, looking into her grandmothers eyes looking for an answer. She found no grief, only worry. No one had died style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "Corlys was injured fighting in the Stepstones, he took a corsairs blade to the throat. He is fine, but-" Viserra had grabbed Rhaenys' style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "He will live?" her eyes filled with tears and she tried to blink them away, she could not bear to lose style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "He is at Evenfall, he will stay there until he has recovered enough to sail home, however, this is not the only reason for my being here," Rhaenys continued, her hair had fallen into her lap covering her style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "What is it, grandmother?" Viserra asked, wondering what calamity could have made Rhaenys leave Driftmark to come style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "Vaemond has asked for a petition, he wants the throne if Corlys should die."/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="7a1af491e8f18337cc5356969a4802b7"Rhaenys walked Viserra back to her rooms. Trying to make sense of what had happened. Viserra did not understand if her father had tried to defend her claim or his own wife. Rhaenys had explained that it did not matter, the King had finally seen reason and reaffirmed her as heir to Driftmark. And then, there was the style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "As your father's daughter you are expected to attend. I will be leaving for Driftmark with Vaemonds body, I did not care much for him but he has to be buried properly. Corlys would wish it so" Rhaenys said and furrowed her style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "What do I do? At the dinner?" Viserra asked, wanting nothing more than to go to bed. Her head still held the sound of Vaemonds head hitting the style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "You will take your seat, eat and speak politely. They will try to antagonise you, and you will ignore them. They lost today and they are bound to be angry about it" Rhaenys took Viserra's face in her hands and looked at her, thumb gently caressing her style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "Promise me you will be good?" she said, keeping her eyes on Viserra' style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "I promise"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /Rhaenys bent down and kissed her forehead, wishing her good luck and walked to the door. "And, no daggers!" she warned when she exited the room and Viserra could hear her chuckle all the way down the hall. There would be a dagger. Hidden in her boot as always. And she knew it./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="fc8103e929c5ee856d8c45246453caa4"She walked over to him. Knowing she would be punished for not defending them. She broke Daemon off before he managed to form a style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "You did not defend my claim, why should I be expected to defend them?" she asked. Trying to keep her voice style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "You are to marry Lucerys. I do not care that you disagree, you will share the Driftwood throne with him or the Gods help you!" Daemon snarled into her ear. She could feel the anger rising in her throat. She wanted to style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "I will not em style="box-sizing: border-box;"share/em, the King named me heir. I do as he commands. Give the boys everything else. The throne is mine!" Viserra ripped herself from his grip and turned to style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "Your mother would be ashamed-"/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="6e63a0410a51f72774a1af28ae6bc1b5"Viserra heard his steps before she saw him. She was fully prepared to fight him again, if he had come to mock her she would not have style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "Are you going to do it?" Aemond asked when he walked around the corner to where she was standing. She immediately pressed herself into the wall to let him pass, but he only stopped in front of her. Looking at her. His fists were clenched, and his cheek was red. Matching a hand style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "Am I going to do what?" she asked, catching his eye. Trying to let her anger go. em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Why do you care what I do?/embr style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "Are you going to marry him?" Aemonds face had fallen. She did not recognise the expression. It was something halfway between anger and style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "Why would I marry him?" She argued, wondering if he actually believed the sham of an style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "To secure your claim to Driftmark I assume?" Aemond stated not taking his eye away from style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "My claim to Driftmark is stronger than his. You saw what they did, you saw the egg. I would rather die than marry him" she spat, the image of the egg still burning in her mind. She had never hated anymore more. Not even Aemond. He would never do something like that to her, and he detested style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "What does the egg mean to you?" Aemond asked backing away from her. Only one style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "When I was born my mother brought me an egg from Vhagar's last clutch. She placed it in my crib. It was the most beautiful shade of sapphire blue I had ever seen. I looked at it, protected it and cared for it for years. It never hatched. Something was wrong with it-" Viserra averted her eyes. She studied Aemonds boots instead. She could feel the tears already and she had to stop them. "-it solidified. Suddenly it was as hard as stone, and then I lost the hope of ever having a dragon. That is when my mother promised me Vhagar and-"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "-and then I stole her" he finished for her. Something sad marred his voice and Viserra was about to ask him if he actually cared when he drew his dagger. She reacted instantly and drew her own, now hidden in the folds of her style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "Do you want me to kill them for you?" He asked, playing with the dagger, flipping it between his fingers over and over style="box-sizing: border-box;" / "In what world do you think I am not capable of doing that myself? You can watch. You have proven to be good at that" She smirked. Making him angry excited her beyond belief. She needed a distraction. She needed to be angry./p
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