In the evening, she still didn't tell the maid what she found in the basement. She preferred to keep silent about it until she decided what to do.

She also wondered about her dream - the sight of the capital captured by someone, and then that woman on fire... Was it some kind of sign, message for her? Until she puts these thoughts in her head, it's better that she doesn't take any action.

"Selaria!" she shouted suddenly, touching her loose hair. "Find Ser Barristan and tell him I want to see him in the gardens." she said as soon as the maid entered the chamber. In fact, as quickly as she entered she left, and Visenya was left alone again.

She went to the wardrobe to take out a dark coat, which she then put on. Before she decided anything, she had to ask him what it all meant. Why did he give her the egg and what is she supposed to do with it?

Immediately after putting on the cloak, she left the chamber and carefully, avoiding the guards as much as possible, went to the castle gardens, starting to slowly walk through them.
What did she actually want to say? Ask him everything directly, without worrying that someone might overhear them? And will Ser Barristan be able to come at all? After all, he might be on guard duty somewhere and he won't just leave it for some stupid conversation with her...

"My queen..."

She turned around very quickly when she heard that. Opening her eyes wider, she looked at ser Barristan, who bowed slightly to her.

"What are you saying, ser? I am no queen, you can even lose your life for such statements." she looked around the garden slightly panicked to see if there was anyone there, but fortunately she only saw Selaria standing nearby and looking out to see if anyone was coming.

"I knew your father, I was friends with him..." he began. "And I know you shouldn't be so afraid of who you are, who you could be." she sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers and closing her eyes.

"I have no family, no support... The war is over, I want... I just want to live normally, at home." she explained quite calmly.

"At home? Do you really think they'll let you stay here?" she removed her hand from her nose and crossed her arms over her chest. "Lord Tywin Lannister will marry you off at the first opportunity."

"He won't do it because no one will want me." she shrugged.

It was obvious to her, no one would want a "princess" from an overthrown dynasty. What would such a marriage give him? What's more, she is almost in no way connected with the Lannisters, what counts most is blood ties - and of course she had none. Well, except Martells.

"There will always be some sadist who will pay a lot for a pretty face." she looked away from him, disgusted. "Forgive me this directness, Your Grace, but this is unfortunately the way of the world."

Visenya didn't answer.

What was she supposed to say? It was obvious that she couldn't stop him from calling her names, no matter what she said. She was only afraid that someone would overhear all this and report them, and she would only get punished unnecessarily. She didn't even want to ask the question, she was already perfectly aware of his goal - he wanted her to fight for what was taken from her.

But how was she supposed to do it? Without any support, without family? She had nothing. No army, no lands, no wealth... How did he think she could do that, with words? It's laughable... And sitting in King's Landing, locked up, she won't be able to magically conjure up all this (although even if she could travel freely around Westeros, it wouldn't be that easy, if not impossible).

Is it so bad that she wanted to live in peace? No problems, no quarrels... She managed to come to terms with the fact that everything had been taken away from her. Now she was supposed to start fighting for it?

"Your Grace..." he began quietly, moving a little closer to her. "I'm leaving soon, I know perfectly well that they want to send me away anyway - I won't give them the satisfaction. And I can take you out of here."

"What...?!" she almost couldn't hold back a scream. She immediately looked up at Barristan. "No, it's... It's impossible..."

"There is a way to get past the guards... You can't just give in to them, no matter how much they have stripped you of who you are over the years." she sighed quietly.

Could he be right? Should she fight, despite such low chances?

"I can't, not now." she said quite confidently. "Thank you for everything, but..." she turned and pointed at the Red Keep. "This is my home, my place in the world."

"A house that isn't yours." she decided not to comment on it and there was a longer moment of silence. "Then you need to find..."

"My Lady...!" Selaria suddenly ran up to her, out of breath. "Ser Jaime is coming here, quickly..." she gasped. Before she could say anything else, Ser Barristan was gone. But within a minute Jaime Lannister appeared next to them.

"What are you doing here, my Lady?"

"Something happened?" Visenya asked as if nothing had happened, as she just went on a walk.

"Stannis Baratheon attacked the capital. You are not safe here."

She didn't like at all that her conversation had been interrupted like that. It's true that she didn't have much to say anymore, but still... And now? She sat in one room with the servants and the queen, while the defense of the walls took place outside.

She sat against the wall, once again refusing wine from the maid. She watched the girls standing in a circle and praying.

One day she might have joined them, but she stopped believing in Gods a long time ago. What did they give her? They definitely took more than gave, not listening to any of her prayers, they did not even fully fulfill her request to come back home. After all, she is not the lady of her castle, she is only a guest, an unwanted one.

And she didn't even know what Tywin's plans were for her.

"Maegelle, child, come here." she suddenly heard. She immediately looked towards Cersei Lannister, who was calling her name. She rose from her seat and walked over to the queen, sitting down where she indicated. "You won't pray?" she nodded towards the circle of girls, sipping some wine.

"No, Your Grace." she shook her head. "I don't believe that the Gods want to help anyone."

"I think so too." Visenya was genuinely surprised to hear this. Cersei just admitted she was right about something? "If they were merciful towards everyone, they wouldn't be Gods, would they? But just look at them, I'm surprised myself, but I don't want to take away their hopes..." Cersei sighed heavily. While Vis turned to look at the circle of girls, Cersei ordered wine to be poured into another goblet and held it out to the young Targaryen. "Especially the red-haired one, it's Sansa Stark. She is so naive and innocent in her childishness."

"Isn't she that rebel's sister?" of course, she knew the answer to this question, but as she took the cup from the queen, she wanted to say something.

"Yes, and my dear Joffrey still wants to marry her." Cersei shook her head, as if in disbelief. "Beauty can easily confuse men. You, for example, you are beautiful." she smiled at the silver-haired girl, seemingly kindly, but with a hint of contempt, watching her sip her wine. "You probably don't know this, but many people came to my father to ask for your hand in marriage soon after they saw you. But he always refused them before they even finished talking..." she snorted, ordering Vis and herself to pour more wine before continuing. "I always wondered: Why? Why doesn't he just let you go somewhere with your new husband and start a family? I finally understood it. He always had a candidate for you."

"E-excuse me?" she didn't really know how to react to these words.

Tywin Lannister always knew who he would marry her to? There were people willing to marry her?

But the better question was: Who was it about? Who was Tywin's "chosen one"?
She was a little afraid to know the answer to this question, but at the same time she was very curious. Just like when he was going to marry her off and where she would have to go.
The fact that she didn't want to get married at all was another problem.

"For some time I didn't know who it was either and I thought about various options for a long time... But the answer recently came to me, although I thought it was all just a bad dream." hearing such words, Visenya held her breath and was unable to drink the rest of the wine. "Do you want to know who will put children in you unless the capital falls?" Cersei raised an eyebrow.

"Who...?"

"My darling, goddamn, twin brother." she replied, keeping her piercing gaze on the silver-haired woman and drinking the rest of the wine at once.

When Cersei heard this from Jaime, she thought it was another bad joke. But then he showed her a letter from their father and she realized he wasn't joking. And that was actually the worst thing, even though she thought her brother wouldn't agree to something like that, he didn't comment on it in any way.

Vis didn't respond to this in any way. She stared into her wine and tried hard not to think about what she had just heard.

She never thought Tywin would want to marry her off, especially to his son. She lived peacefully with the thought that she would be able to live in the capital, in her home, for the rest of her life.
As she could see, life changed her plans once again.

For the rest of Stannis' attack, she only exchanged a few casual words with Cersei, not even looking at her much. As soon as she could return to the chamber with Selaria, she did just that, but she quickly told her to leave and bring some dinner.

In fact, she just wanted to be alone. She still hadn't digested what the queen had told her and couldn't imagine herself as Jaime Lannister's wife...

Maybe she should escape from the capital? Leave it all behind and... But where exactly was she supposed to run to? What was she supposed to do with herself after all, she had no one...
Besides, the dream she had recently experienced was still floating around in her mind. She wondered if it had any greater significance and why it appeared at such a moment.

What if this was some kind of sign...?

And anyway - what does he actually have to lose?

She got up from the bed and, while she was still alone, picked up one of the candles that lit her room and began to slowly approach the window. Looking at the flame, she brought it closer to the light curtain. She didn't have to wait long for the material to catch fire. She dropped the candle on the floor and, not paying attention to the fire spreading, went for the egg she found in the basements under the castle.

She pulled it out from among the folds of fabric in her trunk and decided to do the same as the girl in her dream. Allow the flames to engulf the egg.

Visenya paid no attention to the fact that everything around her was burning. Dress began to turn into ashes, furniture that could never serve her again - it didn't matter at all. Nothing was truly hers, everything was given to her by fate, and she didn't really feel good anywhere.

Holding the egg in her hands and bringing it close to the burning curtains, she looked at the fire that was all around her. She thought it would be different, that the smoke would choke her, that the flames touching her skin would burn her, that her body would eventually start to burn.

She honestly thought she would die this way, although something made her think otherwise.
Suddenly, apart from the sound of the fire consuming everything, she heard some frantic footsteps outside the door. At that moment she felt some movement on her hand.

The flames were slowly burning her dress while she was completely focused on the eggshell that was starting to fall apart. She was fascinated by it, looking at it with amazement, especially when she finally saw a small creature, very similar to the one she had seen in her dream.

"Maegelle?!" she heard right after the door to her room opened with a bang. By then a little dragon had already managed to climb up her arm and snuggle against her breast. She turned slowly, looking with surprise on her face (though Selaria was even more shocked) at the maid. "You have to get out of here..." despite the simultaneous shock and terror, the maid reacted quickly. She took off her cloak and, leading Vis out of the room, untouched by the flames, put it on her. She pulled it forward so much as to cover the dragon nestled into the girl. "Wait here, my lady... I'll immediately inform guards about the fire." saying this, she left her in front of the chamber, running alone along the corridor.

"Just like in my dream..." Visenya whispered to herself, looking under the coat for a moment, where, apart from the slightly burnt dress, she saw a white-scaled dragon that seemed to be taking a nap in her embrace, well hidden under the coat.