2 Weeks Later
It took two weeks to reach King's Landing, and with each day, hour, minute, and second passing by, Visenya became more worried what awaited her once they reached King's Landing. Were Sansa and Arya dead? Were they being tortured? Were they locked in a dungeon? Were they sold to a Pleasurehouse?
These thoughts plagued Visenya's mind every minute on the journey back.
Jaime and Brienne could tell she was stressed, and while they did everything to try and keep her levelheaded, they still didn't know the full extent to what the girl endured.
Tragedy after tragedy.
Death after death.
The dragon still stood.
As soon as they entered the gates of King's Landing, they immediately blended in. They looked like they were citizens of Flea Bottom, with how horrible they all looked. Visenya, more so than the others, as her red dress, that she wore to Edmure's wedding, had dark stains on it...stains of blood, and some tears as well. No one recognized them, and for that Visenya was eternally grateful, as she didn't want the people of King's Landing causing a stir over a female knight, the Kingslayer, and one of the last Targaryen's left in the world.
They walked to the Red Keep in silence, and once other members of the Kingsguard recognized Jaime's apperance, all three of them, including Maegor, were ushered into The Red Keep, to avoid any commotion. Visenya, still covered in dirt, grime, blood and soot, ignored the handmaidens who wanted to give her a bath, ignored their protests, and headed to where she knew Sansa was located.
The Godswood.
What surprised her more was not the gaze of the servants and palace workers, immediately looking at her in shock as she walked past (probably due to her apperance, and her blonde hair), but it was the fact that Jaime was still following her (and Brienne), as she would've thought he'd run off to find Cersei as soon as they stepped foot in the Red Keep.
But he stayed.
Visenya forcefully pushed open the door to the Godswood, and a small smile, with tears in her eyes came on her face as she saw the red-headed girl, the girl whom she considered to be her sister, kneeling, deep in prayer. Visenya didn't want to disrupt her, but at the same time, all she wanted to do was run and hug her.
Visenya took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Sansa..."
Sansa immediately whipped her head around, and as soon as her gaze fell on Visenya, tears started to form, as they both gravitated towards each other, pulling each other into a hug. Neither wanting the other to let go.
"I thought you were gone." Sansa cried into Visenya's shoulder, as Visenya placed a gentle hand on the back of her head, shielding her from the world. "I thought everyone was gone."
Visenya calmly pulled away, but kept Sansa's hands in hers. "Everyone? What do you mean? Where is Arya?"
"She's not here." Sansa explained between her sobs. "She escaped when they murdered Father."
Visenya let out a sigh with a slight shake of her head. "I'm sorry, everything will be ok."
Sansa shook her head. "No, no it won't. I'm married."
"Joffrey?" Visenya asked gaze darkening.
"No...Tyrion."
Visenya raised an eyebrow, as she slowly turned her head to meet Jaime's gaze. Upon meeting her gaze, he gulped in response.
He knew that look.
He learned that look.
That was the look she had right before she said Dracarys.
"Did you know about this?" She asked him, gaze softening slightly, noticing his fearful expression.
He shook his head. "I am in just as much shock as you are."
Visenya let out a sigh as she turned back to Sansa.
"Everything will be alright." Visenya said with a small smile, as she noticed one of the members of the Kingsguard was speaking to Jaime and Brienne. "I won't let them harm you."
Once Sansa was secured safely in her chambers, and once Visenya was given a bath to eradicate the blood, sweat, grime, and tears on her body, she was dressed in a dark blue gown with her blonde hair braided, and told by Brienne, who was guarding the door, to report to The Hand of the King...Tywin Lannister.
In annoyance and frustration, she began to walk, by herself, to the Tower of the Hand. As she was walking down the various corridors of Maegor's Holdfast, she was met by Jaime.
"Where're you going?" He asked as she walked past him.
"Your father requested my presence." She called back, completely unfazed by the words that came out of her mouth.
"I'm coming with you." He immediately replied.
She shrugged. "I should hope so...I see you've gotten a bath...and cut your hair."
"Well, I have to keep up with you." He sarcastically replied. "Every time I turn around, you change your hair color."
She rolled her eyes in amusement. "Funny."
Silence fell over the two of them, as they climbed the steps of the Tower of the Hand, and eventually stopped in front of the door to Tywin's study. Jaime went in first, and was in there a few minutes, before he opened the door, to allow Visenya to enter, allowing her to finally meet Tywin Lannister.
"Valaria Tully...or should I say Visenya Targaryen?" Tywin began from his position behind his desk. "Which name do you prefer? Or do you prefer both?"
"Visenya is more my speed, My Lord." She replied in the same cold tone, not breaking eye-contact with the older man.
Tywin gestured for her to sit, and Visenya obliged, still not breaking eye contact with the man. She felt a chill run down her spine, as the older man looked her up and down in silence, but still kept her ground. Tywin had heard all of the names the Stark's army called her, through communication with Roose Bolton. The Queen of Dragons, The Rarest of Them All, The Northern Dragoness, The Last Targaryen, The Angel of the North...quite a list for one girl to achieve in such a short amount of time.
"You have the beauty of your mother." He spoke after a few moments. "I'm sure you get compared to her often."
"I do." She nodded.
"Quite a woman she was." He began, trying to get a rise out of her. "Tragic what happened, she was a wonderful queen."
"I can't say I had the opportunity to know her well." She replied, trying to remain calm.
"You managed to survive." He said in disappointment. "Quite impressive...but considering you survived the Sacking of King's Landing during Robert's Rebellion, I shouldn't be impressed."
"Was I supposed to do something else?" She challenged with a glare.
Jaime, who was watching from the door, looked at Visenya with alarms blaring, the only problem was that she couldn't see him, as her back was facing him.
"Father." He began, getting both Tywin's and Visenya's attention. "She has saved my life more than once, I owe her my life, and I am asking you to spare her."
'You've lost a hand in the process." Tywin responded looking with disappointment at where his son's right hand would be.
"I won't see her harmed." He firmly responded, getting a soft gaze from Visenya in gratitude.
Tywin was silent for a moment before giving him a nod. "She won't be, however, I will not allow her to cause problems. I expect her to cooperate."
"I will gladly." Visenya replied, before her gaze darkened. "However, I have terms."
"Terms?" Tywin challenged. "What terms?"
"Only a few." She replied calmly. "Sansa will remain unharmed, and have a guard of my choosing with her at all times."
He nodded. "Alright, what else?"
"You will allow my direwolf to be with me, whenever I seem fit, no matter what your daughter or grandson say." She firmly replied.
He fell silent and leaned back in his chair for a moment, but Visenya still kept her gaze, not dropping away from his eye contact at all. He then nodded.
"Is that all?" He asked with slight annoyance.
"One more thing." She commanded, leaning slightly forward. "You will find suitable housing for my dragons. You will give them live sheep and goats to gorge on. And you will not allow your daughter or grandson to lay a finger on them, or send anyone or any associate of yours after them."
Tywin fell silent looking over the girl. Her icy blue eyed stare had never left him once since she entered the room. He wouldn't admit it, but he was impressed. She was strong. Especially for a girl where tragedy follows her like a shadow.
"And why should I listen to you?" He asked with some annoyance, trying to see if he can get a rise out of the girl.
She leaned forward resting her hands on the desk. "Because if you don't, I will burn this entire city to the ground, with one single word."
Tywin nodded, knowing the girl was right. "I will see to your request. I can have them reside in the dragonpit, though there is no roof over it."
"They won't leave." She explained calmly, leaning back. "Not if I'm here."
He nodded. "Anything else?"
"If Joffrey lays a hand on either of my dragons...if I see a droplet of their blood on the ground, or if he tries to command them for his personal gain and usage...I will reduce him to an ash-pile. My dragons are not pets...they are my children. They are the only connection I have to my family, and I will do anything, to keep them by me." Visneya explained coldly.
"The things we do for our children." Tywin mused.
"Agreed." Visenya replied standing up from her seat, before giving the older man a smile. "I hope you have a pleasant afternoon, Lord Tywin."
With her head held high, she walked out of his chambers and immediately headed down the stairs of the tower, and back toward Maegor's Holdfast, to where Sansa and Tyrion's chambers would be. Just as she was about to enter the room, a voice stopped her.
"Lady Valaria."
Another chill ran down her spine as she turned around to see Cersei slowly walking towards her.
"Or should I say, Lady Visenya." She sneered looking her over. "The Queen of Dragons."
Visenya kept her gaze. "That's what they call me, though I can say I'm not fond of it."
"Hmm." Cersei spoke, still keeping a cold gaze on her. "Thank you, for saving my brother and bringing him back to me. When are you departing for the North."
Visenya smirked. "Actually, I just spoke with your Lord Father, allowing me to stay for as long as I please. I do believe he said I remind him of my mother."
"You do." She sneered. "Where is my brother?"
Visenya innocently shrugged. "How should I know? I'm surprised he stopped following me...considering he wouldn't leave me alone as soon as we got here."
Cersei's eye twitched. "How wonderful. And I do send my condolences to you and Lady Sansa about the loss of Robb Stark and his mother, I understand you saw Lady Stark like a mother, and Robb Stark as a brother. I heard they sewed his direwolf's head onto his body, surely you didn't see it."
"I did, Your Grace." She replied calmly. "Though I am happy, looking back at the situation."
"And why is that?"
Visenya smirked again. "Because my direwolf and dragons still live, and are near me, at all times."
Visenya then turned around and entered Tyrion and Sansa's chambers, closing the door in Cersei's face. What she didn't expect to see when she closed the door, was Tyrion, drinking a goblet of wine at the table.
"If it isn't my favorite Targaryen!" Tyrion mused standing up from his chair. "You defeat death, the way I defeat criminal charges."
Visenya smiled. "It is good to see you, Lord Tyrion."
He waved her off. "Tryion is fine, Princess. I am sure you have many questions regarding the union between Sansa and I."
Visenya gave him a small nod, as he gestured to another chair, for her to sit down. The girl obliged as he poured her a goblet of wine.
"I will inform you that I do not plan to bed Sansa, as I respect her too highly." He explained.
"Thank you." She replied with a small smile accepting the goblet. "And thank you, for keeping her protected. She told me how you stopped Joffrey from harming her a numerous of times."
He nodded. "She doesn't deserve it, she is too...innocent."
"Agreed." She sighed taking a sip of her wine.
"Thank you for returning my brother to us." He began. "I enjoy his company far more than my father or my sister's."
A small laugh escaped her lips. "As do I."
His eyebrows raised. "That is completely different from our last interaction. I remember hearing you practically scream in agony on the thoughts of marrying him."
"We have a good understanding of each other." She explained. "More so than the last time we spoke."
He nodded. "My brother is good man...misunderstood quite frequently."
"I agree."
Silence fell over them before he broke the silence.
"I hear you have dragons." He began. "Quite impressive, since they've been extinct for centuries."
"What do you want from them?" She asked, knowing there was a catch.
He shook his head. "What do you want from them?"
"To not allow Cersei or Joffrey to harm them...or Sansa." She sternly replied.
"I can help with that." He sighed. "I have associates of mine, who can keep a close eye on the dragons."
"Can they speak Valyrian?"
He tilted his head back and forth. "Varys can."
"It's better than nothing." She mused. "Just Varys...protecting them? That man could barely protect my father..."
"He won't be protecting them." He explained. "My squire will."
She leaned back and sighed, taking in the solution.
"How skilled his he?" She asked.
"Quite skilled, in many different areas."
"Has he ever been burned?"
He furred his eyebrows. "I'm uncertain."
"Does he have a fear of fire or getting burned?" She sternly asked.
"No, Princess."
She sighed again. "He will need to learn Valyrian. Your brother told me you understand some of it, correct?"
He nodded. "That's right."
"And I know for a fact Varys knows Valyrian...he use to speak it to me as a child. We will teach the boy." She explained. "Will he be alone?"
Tyrion shook his head. "No, Princess. I will have a knight with him, in case things go...south."
"I understand your precaution, but my dragons are well trained. They both respond well to Valyrian commands, however, if you anger the golden one, things will go south."
Visenya then stood and walked towards the door, giving him a small nod as a goodbye. Once she disappeared a smile came on Tyrion's face before raising his goblet.
"To The Queen of Dragons...the only woman in Westeros to make Tywin Lannister afraid."
A/N:
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