The talk of the Court was that Princess Visenya had not left her chambers for three days. And for once, they had been correct.
And since the members of the Houses present in King's Landing had nothing better to do in order to pass the time until the remaining guests were expected to arrive, the tongues had to waggle shamelessly.
"The Princess Visenya is certainly lacking the will and the etiquette for a pleasant hostess. We are in her home, are we not? The King and the Hand are both obviously incredibly busy with matters of state. She should find the time to act as a most gracious host." Lady Samantha Tarly made sure to start, as she sipped her tea, seated close to the Iron Throne in the Great Hall.
The throne was empty, but Queen Daenaera was seated beside it, entertaining lords and ladies as was expected of her. Beside her were the ladies Baela and Rhaena Targaryen.
"Much like her mother before her, she expects everyone to fall at her feet and accept her impropriety." Lady Johanna Westerling of House Lannister spoke as well.
Lady Samantha had certainly given her the courage to speak in such ways, but her son overheard her, and was most displeased.
"What did I say, when I agreed to let you accompany me to King's Landing, Mother?" Lord Loreon Lannister whispered in her ear.
"I am simply stating a truth, my son. It is more than evident that the Princess Visenya, despite being raised as royalty, lacks the manners of a princess. She should have been here every day to entertain us all, as my dear Lady Samantha said. Are we to smile and ignore such outrage?"
"Yes. This is not your Court. We are here serving at the King's pleasure. You may not insult his sister in such ways." Loreon insisted, his eyes wandering around, almost with fright that someone close to the Targaryens may have heard them, and would soon report to the King.
"My husband has told me about something which must certainly have upset Princess Visenya greatly." Lady Redwyne found herself saying, as she put down her tea, and moved on to the sweetmeats.
"Oh, do tell us, my lady." the much older Lady Johanna Westerling encouraged, desperate for gossip, as her son, Loreon, sighed loudly, clearly exasperated.
"I know for a fact that the Council meeting that took place three days ago, decided on a suitable match for the Princess Visenya." Lady Redwyne told them with a smirk.
Lady Samantha's eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing, her mind already working on how she could use this to her advantage. Lady Johanna, however, was, as expected, very open in her reaction.
"She is to wed?! Oh, thank the Gods! Mayhaps with a good, sturdy lord at her arm, that girl will finally learn what it means to be a proper lady.", the old woman said, rather loudly.
Unfortunately, as Lord Loreon expected, the words had indeed been heard, and not by just anyone.
"My sister is no lady! She is a Targaryen Princess." Baela expressed, having found her way to the table, with her sister, Rhaena, right beside her.
Lord Loreon immediately jumped in. "I beg your pardon for my mother, Lady Baela. She is too outspoken. And I'm afraid there is a bitterness inside her which has not managed to fade since the end of the war."
The sincerity of Loreon Lannister did manage to sway Baela, and move her attention to some of the other more unpleasant ladies.
"I do not believe that the King has invited you all here so as to create fresh new gossip. That may be a known and acceptable habit back in your own homes, but whilst you are here, you are to show the King and his family the proper respect!" Baela snapped.
All the time which had passed, had not managed to sweeten or reduce the temperament of Lady Baela Targaryen in any way. She was truly her father's daughter, and proudly so. And even though she had decided to wear dresses whenever it was required of her, Baela had not ceased to fence in her free time back in Driftmark. Her skills were quite good, and a sword was now permanently attached to her hip.
The ladies chose to remain quiet. Lady Samantha had gone back to sipping her tea, almost ignoring Baela and Rhaena completely.
"Mother!" Laena called out to Baela. She had Monkey on her shoulder.
Lady Redwyne looked like she was about to comment on the image of a 'vile creature so openly displayed by a lady of high standing', but was instantly met with Baela's cold gaze.
Let her dare say something about my daughter. Gossiping about Visenya is bad enough. Baela's thoughts were rushing through her mind as quick as wildfire.
"I bid you all a good day…or not." Baela said, as she made her way over to her daughter.
Rhaena bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. She was quite used to her sister's temperament and snide remarks. Most days, they were welcomed. But not on this day. They were soon to expect important members from paramount Houses. Houses who had supported the ascension of Rhaenyra Targaryen on the Iron Throne, and who would now, of course, support the King's decision to legitimize his mother's reign. No Court drama was needed.
"How fares your husband, Lady Rhaena?" Lady Samantha asked her, after a moment of silence had passed.
Rhaena was not blind to the suggestive look on the woman's face.
"Quite well. The position of Master of Laws suits him well."
"Well, it is a lot of work, especially now. I do hope that this will not keep him even further from your bed. After all, the comforting touch of one's husband is something we all crave and are in need of." Samantha added, at which point, Lady Redwyne let loose a small smile.
As patient and kind as Rhaena tended to be, even she had her limits. Especially when these women were alluding to the lack of children in her life, even though she had been married to Corwyn for many years.
And as Corwyn already had two daughters of his own from his first wife, it was of course, the talk of the Court that Rhaena was barren.
"Trueborn children will come into our lives soon enough, Lady Samantha. Our union had been blessed by the Gods, after all."
Unlike yours, Rhaena wanted to add. But she was not like her sister, and she would not let these women attempt to bring her down this way.
The message was, however, very well implied, which only made Lady Samantha bite her upper lip, her eyes showing a little too much emotion. Fright.
Good.
…
"My Princess…are you certain you do not wish to dine in the Great Hall on this day? You must know how the lords and ladies here speak of you…" Lady Elinda started saying, her eyes drifting to the doors.
She had heard from the guards all that needed to be heard.
Princess Visenya's snappy comment followed, as she sat fully on her bed, her father's Valyrian scrolls in her lap, "I am a dragon! I do not concern myself with their pitiful talks!"
As she said those words, her eyes softened, looking up towards the woman who had raised her.
Lady Elinda certainly did not deserve such rudeness, but Visenya had barely been able to control her anger for the past days. She had refused to see anyone ever since Viserys had told her about the Small Council's plans to marry her off to Lord Lyonel Tyrell of Highgarden.
Lyonel.
Visenya scoffed as she thought the name over and over in her head. Same name as the Lord of the Hightower. Did the Reach have a limited supply of names?
True, the names in her own family tended to be repetitive as well, but rightfully so. As Valyrians, they honored great warriors, kings and queens of the past. Her own eldest brother was named after the Conqueror himself. A most fitting name for a King. Visenya supposed that somehow…her mother and father always knew that their Aegon would wear the crown one day.
Viserys had been named after their grandsire, King Viserys, First of his Name. A King very different from Aegon the Dragon, but a King nonetheless. A King with a most kind heart, who loved his eldest daughter very much, and who wanted to do right by the Realm. Possessing a good heart was rare, and something to be appreciated.
Visenya could only hope that her brother could live up to the name. She had not seen Viserys since the time he had pulled her in the Small Council chambers, intent on announcing her arranged betrothal. He had been met with her absolute rage, and crass tongue as well. He was most certainly hiding away in the Tower of the Hand, determined not to see her for a while.
She herself, had been named after the great Queen Visenya Targaryen, the first sister-wife to the Conqueror. And Visenya somehow felt special, as she knew no other princess in the past had ever been named after her. Rhaenyra Targaryen had sensed this injustice, and chose the name for her own daughter.
Three children. The names of two Kings and one Queen.
Their parents not only loved them, but they also honored them. According to Elinda, they did intend to bring House Targaryen to the height of its power once more.
"Elinda, forgive me. I do not mean to be so discourteous." Visenya told her, meeting the woman's gaze.
"I understand, Princess. But if I may…"
"You may."
"As this proposed union between yourself and Lord Lyonel Tyrell seems to upset you so greatly…mayhaps you ought to speak to your brother, the King, about it." Elinda suggested with hope in her eyes, rubbing her hands together.
Visenya shook her head. "There is no point. He and Viserys both discussed it. There is naught I can say to Aegon to make him change his mind."
Elinda came closer and sat down on the bed, right beside her. "It does you no good to remain hidden here, Princess. The Starks, Arryns and Tullys are expected to arrive on this day. You have been looking forward to meeting with Lord Cregan and Lord Kermit. I truly believe you ought to speak to His Grace. Mayhaps, there is more about this union to be discovered."
"I am certain that Viserys is keeping something from me." Visenya agreed, her lilac-colored eyes shining brightly at the mention of his name from her own lips.
Gods, why couldn't she direct more anger towards him? He should feel her wrath after what has come to pass.
"Speak to your brother, and soon, Princess. Before the rest of the lords arrive with their families. There will be no time after. There is a royal hunt planned in the Kingswood, after all." Elinda advised, before leaving Visenya to her thoughts.
…
As expected, it was Ser Raynard Ruskyn himself, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, who was posted outside his chambers.
"Princess Visenya." he greeted her with a bow, and with a small smile as well.
"Ser Raynard. I wish to see my brother, the King." Visenya responded, kindly, all the while fiddling with her hands…more like with her many rings. It had been a habit of her mother's, which has now passed to her.
Ser Raynard did not hesitate to announce her presence.
Upon hearing Aegon's clear command, "Let her in!", Ser Raynard moved aside so as to let the Princess Visenya pass through the doors, and into the King's chambers.
Looking around, Visenya noticed that Daenaera and the children were not present. They had oft been found there in the past. Family had become truly important to Aegon, especially after Viserys' return.
But now, with Daenaera, Daeron and Baelor absent, it was the perfect opportunity for Visenya to get her brother alone and discuss the matters which had greatly troubled her mind for the past three days.
Aegon was seated in one of his armchairs, fidgeting, and touching the golden three-headed dragon pendant around his neck. That pendant had always fascinated Visenya. She oft wondered where Aegon had gotten it. Had he himself arranged for it to be forged? Or did someone give it to him?
"Sister…please, sit." Aegon told her, the ever-serious expression on his face, as he motioned to the armchair next to his.
"I will not be long, brother. I am sure you need your rest. The hunt will certainly prove to be most tiring." Visenya told him, as she sat down.
She knew how much these social events seemed to tire him. He was a good King, but when it came to putting on charm during various gatherings, Aegon preferred to leave that to his younger brother.
Aegon remained silent, his eyes roaming towards her, and then towards the fireplace. He was visibly nervous, as he mayhaps knew what had brought her to his chambers.
Visenya decided to spare them both any feelings of awkwardness, and just be straightforward.
"Brother, I wish to know if my betrothal to Lord Lyonel Tyrell was something which was discussed between you and the whole Small Council, or if it was Viserys who came forth with the idea."
"Sister, I know that we have upset you. Viserys came to me a few days ago, and told me of your distress." Aegon told her, and then with an almost smile, he said, "He also mentioned you having used some crass words, which he has never heard you speak before. You rendered our brother mute, Visenya. I believe you are to be congratulated on being one of the few to manage it."
The two of them chuckled, knowing full well how much Viserys oft used his words, and it rarely happened that he should find nothing to say in an argument.
"So, was it Viserys who proposed I marry a Tyrell?" Visenya insisted on getting an answer.
"The Council first spoke of Lord Loreon Lannister as a possible match." Aegon admitted. He then added, "But then Viserys told us of your grievances, of how you cannot hold any Lannister in high regard because of what they did to our mother. And so, Viserys was the one who proposed Lord Tyrell."
"And you mean to tell me that the Council never once believed that as my elder, Viserys should be the one married off first?" Visenya tried keeping her tone low, so as to not upset him.
But she saw the way Aegon pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed for a moment, and then he looked away, almost in shame. Visenya had her answer.
"The Council wanted Viserys to be wed. The two of you discussed the matter together, and agreed to put a stop to it." Visenya pushed, knowing she was right in everything.
Aegon was a lot more visible with his emotions than Viserys. Everything he felt was written all over his face, especially when he interacted with people from his own family.
"Visenya…the Council was pressuring a political alliance through marriage. And you know Viserys. You know what he endured with his first wife. He was not ready."
"And you both presumed that I would be?"
Aegon let out a sigh, most likely already feeling pressure from this conversation. He was not made for conflict.
Still, the ever-peaceful one, he attempted to say, "Viserys told me that he would arrange for a good…"
"I do not care, Aegon! The two of you betrayed me. Sold me off!" Visenya exclaimed, anger rushing through her, as she stood up, towering over him.
She did not mean to be so aggressive with her words, especially when she knew how sensitive Aegon tended to be. However, he managed to impress her with the calmness he maintained, as he stared up at her, his eyes glowing in the firelight.
"Visenya, this is not just about an alliance. You are of age. You are expected to wed, and leave your home, so you can build your own household, and have a family of your own. What did you think was going to happen?"
Visenya closed off, slowly sitting back down. She knew that this was a question she could never fully answer, especially not to Aegon. What had she expected?
In truth, she had never imagined leaving her home. Visenya had always believed that the three of them were meant to stay together. It was Elinda who had whispered to her for years that the three of them were the new three-headed dragon. The three children of House Targaryen who would make their parents proud and make the traitors pay.
She had expected to remain in King's Landing, and mayhaps…
Visenya refused to even think about what she desperately wished for, with all her heart. She feared the Gods were listening. And if they knew, they would ensure that she would never have what her heart desires.
"You have always loved him more." she whispered, and was met with a passive look, but his next words were full of emotion. Heartache.
"That is not true, Visenya."
"Very well, mayhaps not, but you certainly feel closer to him. And I cannot help but feel that if he asks for something, you would grant it without thinking, even if it leads to my own unhappiness."
"I would never."
"But you just did."
"We need this. The Council feels strongly that Mother's recognition as Queen would be accepted far easier if we can arrange a suitable match such as this one. The most uprisings would come from the Reach, as Viserys tells me. Lord Lyonel Tyrell would be good to you, Visenya." Aegon reasoned.
Visenya listened to his wise words, and then chose her own, carefully.
"I am not unreasonable. I would have accepted to make a sacrifice of my own, for the good of our family and in my mother's honor. But I do not appreciate being treated like cattle. I would have preferred to be asked first. I am a Princess of the Blood, am I not? I deserved the chance to choose my future husband, Aegon."
"Do you have another lord in mind?" Aegon asked her, quite sincerely, surprising Visenya.
Would he truly be willing to allow her the choice?
"Well, no…" she admitted, lowering her head, and Aegon sighed in disappointment.
Mayhaps he had believed this to be the wisest course of action.
After a few moments of rubbing the stubble on his chin, Aegon finally told her, "I shall have words with Viserys on this matter."
"He is a good Hand, Aegon. And I do not doubt his loyalties towards our family, in any way. But he deals with a lot of politicking. And I know I am young, but even I can understand the temptation of putting one's self-interests above the interests of the Crown, when holding such a high position, as well as the trust of a King. There are plenty of others who have taken advantage in the past."
At this, Aegon frowned at her and asked, "What do you mean, sister?"
Reaching forward and placing her hand on his, Visenya spoke softer, "I am saying that mayhaps his intention to marry me off has more to do with his own desire to avoid a marriage proposal, and less to do with what would be good for us as a family."
"No." Aegon whispered, shaking his head, but remained deep in thought, gazing into the fireplace.
Of course, he would never think that Viserys would be capable of something like this, Visenya thought, sadly.
Everyone at Court knew the true reason for which the King granted his younger brother so many favors. Because many years ago, during the war, when their ship was attacked by the savage members of the Triarchy, Aegon had to make the difficult decision of escaping on Stormcloud. The dragon having been so little and inexperienced, could not carry more than the weight of his own rider. As such, Aegon had to leave Viserys behind.
The King had never forgiven himself for making this choice…for saving himself and abandoning his brother to the enemy. And he knew, deep down, that regardless how much he would favor Viserys in his Court now, it would never be enough to grant him a pardon from the Gods.
Unfortunately, Visenya could not help but fear that guilt blinded Aegon to their brother's true motives.
A knock on the door followed, and Ser Raynard walked inside, saying, "Pardon me, Your Grace. I am to inform you that Lord Kermit Tully and his party have arrived. We are soon to expect Lord Joffrey Arryn and his daughter, Lady Jeyne."
"Very well." Aegon gave a nod, and Ser Raynard left the chambers.
"Lady Jeyne is going to be a lady-in-waiting of mine. So, I suppose I should be present as well, and welcome her to the capital." Visenya whispered.
She got up from the chair, and faced him, "Thank you for hearing me, brother. I only wish Viserys would have granted me the same courtesy. But he seems intent on avoiding me."
At that, Aegon did not answer. He looked on towards the fireplace, his hand reaching up to touch the crest on his chain.
Without any further words, but with a small curtsy, Visenya turned and walked out the doors.
…
Lord Joffrey Arryn was most kind when presenting his daughter, Little Jeyne, to the Princess Visenya. Lady Prudence Celtigar and Lady Elinor Massey had both accompanied the Princess in the Great Hall, when the guests had officially been announced.
As she did with Elinor, Prudence had eyed Little Jeyne with a certain amount of skepticism, which could only make Visenya roll her eyes. The girl would have to get used to ladies who do not share her interests or her boldness.
Much like Elinor, Little Jeyne had been timid upon meeting the girls.
The Arryns prided themselves with being honorable, and it warmed Visenya's heart to know that those were not just words. They had truly proven themselves in the war when they fought for her mother, who was not only the rightful Queen but also their kin.
Now, as they exchanged pleasantries, Lord Joffrey did not fail mentioning the Princess' grandmother, Queen Aemma Arryn.
"From the stories the late Lady Jeyne had told me, the sweet girl had been the joy of the Vale. Although raised without a mother, she had lifted the spirits of all those around her, including her father and her half-sisters. There was never any doubt that Queen Aemma had inherited a rare kindness…one I am most certain she passed onto you." Lord Joffrey had told Visenya, before parting, so as to leave his daughter and the Princess alone to get better acquainted.
Queen Aemma's kindness and grace.
Visenya certainly hoped the two traits had been passed onto her, though she had yet to see them reflected in her words and mannerism.
The Princess had far too much anger inside of her. She still waited for something to happen…something to change her life, so she could finally be happy. But until that day would come, Visenya knew that there was only one word which would continue to control her.
Vengeance. Vengeance for the destruction of her family at the hands of the Hightowers.
Growing up without her mother had proved to be most difficult for Visenya, more so than it had been for her grandmother, Aemma Arryn. Aemma, at the very least, still had a father to care for her.
Visenya had grown up alongside two brothers. Although they both loved her dearly, in their own way, they were still far closer to one another.
She had Elinda, who had done her duty and raised her. Visenya loved her…but even she couldn't fill the void in her heart.
Her mother had been taken away from her. A girl needs her mother.
Visenya remembered the time when her moonblood first came. Elinda had been there, explained it all, and eased her pain through hot baths and ointments. But still, in her heart, the young Princess had called out to the Gods above, "Mother.", hoping she might hear.
"Our Houses are bound through the late Queen Aemma, Princess. We are kin. I do hope I can be in good service to you." Little Jeyne had told her, taking her hands in hers, and curtsying…a little too low.
Visenya immediately pulled her up. "None of that."
Ducking her head in embarrassment, Little Jeyne whispered, "Do forgive me, Princess. I am not quite used to being in the company of girls my own age. Back in the Vale, I was quite frail…and surrounded by big, strong men who cared not to take me seriously."
"What do you mean?" the ever-curious Prudence asked, her hands crossed over her chest.
"I am my father's heir. Someday to be Lady of the Eyrie. The lords of the Vale have all accepted it, but in truth, I still fear some of them." Little Jeyne explained, while her eyes locked with Visenya's.
Of course. Visenya realized how worried Little Jeyne was that she might someday face the same cruelty Rhaenyra Targaryen herself had endured.
Taking her by the arm, Visenya strolled on ahead with Little Jeyne, while Prudence and Elinor followed close behind.
The Princess observed her brother, the King, in deep discussions with Lord Kermit Tully and his party of Riverlords.
"You have naught to fear, Little Jeyne." Visenya promised the girl, holding her head up high, as they all passed the table with the most unpleasant of ladies: Lady Samantha Tarly, Lady Redwyne and Lady Johanna Westerling.
"If the lords all agree to the recognition of your mother's reign…it might certainly ease my worries, yes." Little Jeyne admitted, with a small smile.
Visenya returned it gladly, with a newly found determination to protect her lady-in-waiting. It was as she said. They were kin, through her grandmother, Queen Aemma. And mayhaps, with time, they shall grow to be friends…all of them.
"They stare." Prudence whispered in Visenya's ear, and the two of them turned to the gossiping women, sitting at the table in the Great Hall.
"Let them. I care not for the poisoned honey they pour in each other's ears."
…
The night had been spent in hollowed silence. Visenya had initially planned to have her three new ladies-in-waiting in her chamber, so as they could all get better acquainted, and mayhaps even Lady Elinor would finally loosen her tongue.
But the evening drama had exhausted her, and she had decided to retire for the night, after having shown each of the girls to their chambers. The exhaustion of her mind made it impossible for her to sleep.
She had most intended to discuss the matter of the recognition of her mother's reign herself with both Lord Joffrey and Lord Kermit, but she found herself barely able to focus. The words she shared with Aegon haunted her. Viserys' continued absence made her restless.
"Mayhaps some tea, Princess." Elinda had offered.
Visenya agreed to drink it, though it did not manage to help her.
On the morrow, the bells rung as the last expected party, the Starks, had finally arrived in King's Landing.
The exhaustion on Visenya's face was outmatched by the one on the faces of Lord Cregan Stark and his family, who had been riding for over a moon in order to reach the capital.
Visenya stood beside King Aegon and Queen Daenaera, as the northerners made their way in the Great Hall. To her absolute shock, Viserys had finally decided to join them, after a three-day's absence. He was holding on tightly to some parchment under one arm, as he came towards them.
The last time the Starks had been in King's Landing had been the day of Aegon and Daenaera's wedding ceremony. Over twelve years had passed since that day.
Cregan embraced Aegon tightly, telling him how much of a man he was now. Visenya could see tears in her brother's eyes as he held on tightly to the fur cloak the man was wearing.
The presence of Cregan Stark managed to bring back certain memories…most of them, they had all hoped to forget. Visenya had been only a babe at the time, but Aegon had spent the few moons after their mother's death in the black cells, constantly threatened by the usurper king and his mad mother. He never thought that he would see the clear blue sky again. That was until Lord Cregan Stark and his army marched to King's Landing, with the intent to free him and crown him as the Realm's true King.
"My lord, you must be tired after your long journey." Daenaera greeted them with a smile, and then added with a chuckle, "You might consider some more comfortable clothing, as well."
Lady Alysanne Blackwood groaned with a smile, as she relieved herself of her cloak. "Oh, yes. It is far too warm here."
Daenaera signaled for the maids at once, as the pleasantries continued.
"Prince Viserys! I have heard naught but good things." Cregan Stark stated, shaking the young man's hand.
Viserys nodded, saying, "It is an honor to have you here, Lord Stark. My family and I owe you our lives."
With a firm nod, Cregan then turned to Visenya. "Princess Visenya. How you've grown. Most whispers claim you to be another Realm's Delight."
"No such truth, my lord. My mother's beauty when she was my age was unmatched by anyone then, and so it has remained to this day." Visenya replied.
She could feel Viserys' gaze on her as she mumbled the words.
Black Aly had come forth, her long and dark curls flowing freely behind her, as she presented her twelve-year-old daughter, Lady Sarra Stark, the final lady-in-waiting expected at Court.
The whispers in the Great Hall had started at once, and Visenya turned to see how the three crones from Houses Hightower, Lannister and Redwyne were looking at the Lady of Winterfell.
Black Aly had been the talk of the Court when she had persuaded Lord Cregan Stark to spare the life of the late Lord Corlys Velaryon.
While the more bitter lords and ladies who had supported the Greens during the war showed contempt towards Alysanne Blackwood, claiming that she seduced the righteous Lord of Winterfell who was about to grant them "justice" for their murdered king, others who had supported the Blacks claimed that the courtship between Lord Cregan and their own Black Aly was due to the fondness they had both grown for one another upon meeting, and since the Starks had sworn allegiance to the Blacks, giving the usurper justice had not been a priority of theirs.
Visenya accepted the youngest of her ladies with an open heart, amused by her fierce stance. Sarra Stark held a bow in her hand, and was wearing a very light purple dress, which she clearly didn't like.
Like her mother, Sarra had long, black hair, which she also wore freely, a flat chest, and an adventurous spirit. Her eyes matched her father's, as did her northern temperament, but the glow in her cheeks as well as her rosy lips were proof that she would become quite a lady when fully grown.
Sarra studied Visenya carefully.
"Do you have horses?" the girl asked.
"Yes, we do. You enjoy riding?"
"I possess quite the talent, Princess." Sarra replied, earning herself a smile from Prudence.
Visenya's eyes glowed with amusement as well, as she watched Sarra hold her head high.
"That's good to hear."
…
Visenya was pleased with the girls she had chosen for her household. All different, but all of them entertaining, smart, and with a sense of loyalty.
The choices seemed to have pleased Viserys as well, as he mentioned it when he had finally decided to approach her later on.
They were all in the Kingswood, the royal hunt finally commencing after some much-expected discord.
Rhaena had flown Morning to the Kingswood, refusing to leave her in the Dragonpit. Unfortunately, her decision was not met lightly by some of the ladies, and Johanna Westerling was the loudest of them all.
"You cannot expect us to feel safe with that beast roaming the woods freely, Lady Rhaena! I trust you remember what had happened to that poor niece of yours. That wyrm attacked her in her crib! The Realm is no longer used to your dragons. We cannot know for certain…"
"Oh, do shut up!" Black Aly exclaimed, rolling her eyes and crossing her hands over her chest.
"I beg your pardon?!" Johanna pressed a hand to her chest, in a dramatic stance.
Ser Corwyn came forth and placed both hands on Rhaena's shoulders, all the while addressing the older woman, "Lady Johanna, my wife's dragon is well tamed. She has posed no threat to anyone."
"Your wife should be the one speaking. It is her dragon, after all." Johanna snapped.
"Yes, I should be the one speaking…but I am not one to engage in such discord." Rhaena stated calmly.
She then looked between Morning and Johanna, and said, "However, I choose to remind you, Lady Johanna, that dragons are not pets. They are creatures of the sky, free to roam as they see fit. Therefore, if you have a problem, I suggest you discuss it directly with my most-gentle Morning."
Both Ser Corwyn and Prince Viserys were needed to intervene, as the discussion was getting more heated. Rhaena's slight provocation did not go unnoticed by Lady Johanna, and Morning had started letting loose some very loud sounds of disapproval.
"Oh dear." Daenaera placed her hand on her forehead and shook her head in disappointment.
Visenya looked over at her, and compassionately placed her hand on hers in comfort. She knew how much the 'little queen' desired for peace. She was never one to fare well in a hostile environment.
"It happens." Visenya told her with a shrug, and pulled her away from the scene before them.
Unfortunately, it seemed that more discord was soon to follow, especially when someone as temperamental and unforgiving as Baela Targaryen got involved.
Princess Aliandra Martell of Dorne, was also present for the occasion. Although Aegon and Viserys had sent a raven to her, they did not expect her to make an appearance. Dorne was the one Kingdom in the Realm with the power to refuse such a summons, given their continued successful resistance to join the other Kingdoms in union.
However, upon arriving in the Great Hall, Princess Aliandra told King Aegon how she felt responsible, as a woman in a position of power herself, to recognize the injustice that had been done to the late Queen Rhaenyra.
"Had my father agreed to fight in the war, there is no doubt in my mind that Dorne would have sided with your dear mother, Your Grace. We do not show favoritism towards those who possess a cock. I myself have a younger brother, and yet my father named me his heir." she had said, with a rather flirtatious smile.
At thirty years of age, Princess Aliandra proved to be a most fiery young woman. Determined, and empowered by her position as Lady of Sunspear. There were many talks that she had taken Alyn Velaryon as her lover the many times that he had reached Dorne during his journeys. His most notable presence at Sunspear had been many years before, when he was battling the Red Kraken, and was in need of Dorne's ships.
The gossip had reached Driftmark. That Princess Aliandra had seduced Lord Alyn into her bed. Gossip, which Baela did not believe at the time. After all, they had only been married for a year, and Alyn still had foes who were determined to rid him of his good fortune.
Now, it seemed, even after so many years had passed, Baela was suspicious of the Princess' presence in King's Landing. Had she been hoping to see her husband?
Daenaera felt she needed to intervene, and had taken her son, Prince Daeron, so as the Lady of Sunspear could meet him.
Visenya didn't hear what kind of words Baela and Aliandra had exchanged, but as soon as Daenaera and her son made an appearance, the Lady of Driftmark had stormed off.
Looking around at the men who had begun hunting, it was the first time that Visenya noticed Lord Lyonel Tyrell. The boy of six and ten years of age was quite skinny, all dressed in gold with rose patterns all over. His hair was of gold color as well. The look on his face said it all: he was just a boy, who has inherited a great lot at a young age. There was a lot of responsibility, and the weight on his shoulders, to keep the Reach intact, was great.
Lord Lyonel's eyes met hers, and he flashed her a charming smile.
In an instant, Visenya looked away, once again reminded of the position she was put in by her brothers, and how much she detested this whole thing.
"Kostagon īlon ȳzaldrīzes?" May we speak?
Visenya turned her head slowly to the side, seeing that Viserys was standing close to her. He had chosen to wear black on this day, while Visenya had chosen purple and golden Myrish lace, a favourite of her mother's.
Her eyebrow rose slowly at hearing High Valyrian from his lips. It was the first time he himself initiated a conversation in the tongue of their forbearers.
Letting her surprise subside, Visenya turned back to look towards the hunting party, a pout on her lips.
"Konīr iksos daorun tolī naejot vestragon." There is naught more to say.
"Ao ēdan olvie naejot ivestragon īlva lēkia." You had much to say to our brother.
"Eman se paktot naejot ȳdragon naejot se dārys nūmāzma bias." I have the right to speak to the King about this.
"Kessa, gaomā! Yn naejot ivestragon zirȳla bona iksan iā nāpāstre?" Yes, you do! But to tell him that I am a traitor?
She could sense his anger at the thought of her badmouthing him to Aegon, but she cared not. He most certainly deserved it.
"Nyke dōrī vestās bona udir." I never spoke that word.
Then, raising her tone, Visenya finally turned to him and asked, "Ivestragon nyke, Visērȳs. Iksin bisa nūmāzma nyke iā nūmāzma ao?" Tell me, Viserys. Was this about me or about you?
Visenya could see the conflict in his lilac-coloured eyes. She already knew the truth of it, but she was asking him to admit it.
"Nyke pendagon nūmāzma se lentor." I thought about our family.
Scoffing, Visenya shook her head slowly and attempted to turn away, but he grabbed her hands and made her look at him.
The intensity in his gaze made her heart flutter, and the feel of his skin pressed to hers once more, made Visenya wish she could openly bask in the warmth of his touch. But she refused to let herself be swayed by him in such ways.
How could she allow herself, when he was marrying her off to another man?
"Nyke gōntan daor jaelagon naejot dīnagon, kessa. Yn, ēdas ziry issare nyke, ēdan naejot dīnagon adhirikydho." I did not wish to marry, yes. But had it been me, I would have had to marry fast.
Visenya frowned. Was he trying to confuse her? None of his words made any sense.
And so, she found herself most vulnerable, as she whispered, "Nyke ȳdra daor shifang." I don't understand.
"Aōha dīnilūks naejot Lyonel Tyhrēl kessa massigon isse hāre jēdri. Nyke kȳvanon ziry." Your marriage to Lyonel Tyrell will take place in three years' time. I arranged it so.
Visenya's eyes widened, especially at seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes. That long? How could House Tyrell agree to such a long betrothal? How has Viserys persuaded them so, and why? Was this all a game to him?
Leaning forward so as his lips were close to her ear, Viserys whispered, "Issa ābrītsos. Ēza olvie naejot gūrēñagon. Ziry daor dīnagon syt sir." He is young. He has much to learn. He cannot marry yet.
Visenya could feel the hairs stand on her arms, and she unknowingly let loose a small tremble…especially when Viserys let his lips brush slightly against her cheek, pulling back to look at her.
"Hāre jēdri iksis iā bōsa jēda, Visenya. Mirros kostagon massigon." Three years is a long time, Visenya. Anything can happen.
There was a smirk on his face as he said those words, and with a barely noticeable wink, Viserys clasped his hands behind his back and strolled away, as if nothing of any meaning had happened.
As she stared after him, for the first time in the past few days, Visenya could feel her own smile forming on her lips.
…
It was the Hour of the Wolf.
Ser Raynard Ruskyn himself entered her chambers, telling her that the King wished to see her most urgently.
The halls of the Red Keep were silent, their guests all sleeping in their chambers. The only sound heard was that of footsteps hurrying to the King's Chambers.
Visenya wrapped her hands around herself, feeling self-conscious in only her nightshift. What could possibly be wrong, that Aegon had to summon her at this hour?
Yet, as soon as Visenya was announced and allowed entrance in the King's chambers, shock crossed her features, when she saw not only Aegon in his night robes, but Viserys as well.
"Come in, sister. Do forgive me for I know the hour is late. But I felt…" Aegon shook his head, and then pointed at the armchairs. "Do sit. Please."
"Brother, has something happened?" Viserys asked, with urgency, as he sat down.
"No. Do not fret yourself. I…I could not find sleep. And with the final Council meeting tomorrow before we…before I make the announcement…"
"These have been the most trying of days for us all, Aegon." Visenya told him, trying to soothe him.
Pacing around the room, trying hard not to trip over his robes, Aegon said more softly, "I asked you both here, now, because…there is a family matter I wish to discuss."
"Are Baela and Rhaena to come as well?" Visenya asked, with a frown.
"No. It is just us. Our mother's children." Aegon clarified, which made Viserys and Visenya eye one another curiously.
For once, Viserys had no idea what Aegon was planning, and that worried the young princess.
Visenya watched as Aegon took off the golden chain that he always wore, with the three-headed dragon pendant.
He then held it up, for both Viserys and Visenya to see the beauty of it in the glow of candlelight.
With a deep breath, Aegon began saying, "Our mother gave this to me, the night we sailed on the Violande. It was her last possession. She was so frightened…so broken…she spoke our father's name many times in anguish."
Visenya closed her eyes, not wishing to hear the story once more. Elinda had told it to her once, but she knew it would be quite different having to hear it from her brother's lips.
Viserys frowned, looking just as disturbed as Visenya, and wishing it would stop. His mother's tragic end was not a story he wished to hear.
"Brother, please…" Viserys began, but Aegon cut him off.
"She took off her hood and wrapped the cloth around me to keep me warm. I can still feel her tears, as they dropped on my own cheeks. She told me a tale…one about the Conqueror. She told me that our grandsire, King Viserys, had been passed on a journal by the Old King Jaehaerys himself, after he had been named heir. And the journal…words written by the hand of the Conqueror himself. Words of wisdom…and of dreams. Mother repeated some of the words to me. She said that they are essential for the survival of our House, and the survival of the Realm."
Looking towards his sister, Aegon told her, "The Conqueror's dream, she said, is not to be ignored. She promised me that I would survive, and when I do, I am tell you, Visenya."
"She had no knowledge that you still lived, Viserys." Aegon also added, at seeing the crestfallen look on his younger brother's face.
Viserys, however, resilient as he always was, pulled himself together and with a tone he normally used during Small Council meetings, asked, "What words, Aegon? What did the Conqueror write?"
Taking a deep breath, Aegon sat in his own chair, facing them. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, his hands gripping the chain tightly. "From my blood come the prince that was promised, and his shall be the song of ice and fire."
A/N: This chapter turned out to be longer than I had originally planned So, to clarify, in canon, Aegon the Conqueror is considered a dreamer, as confirmed by GRRM himself. And on that note, I decided to have the prophesy reach Rhaenyra, and then her son Aegon differently. Given the line of succession, Jaehaerys couldn't have known about the prophesy from his father, Aenys, because he had been the youngest son. So, in this story, Jaehaerys found an old journal written by the Conqueror, which he passed onto Viserys, who in turn passed to Rhaenyra. Unfortunately, with the war and everything, the journal had been lost, and thinking that Aegon and Visenya were her last remaining children, Rhaenyra decided to tell Aegon about the Conqueror's dream on the ship taking them to Dragonstone, right before…well, you know
I really wanted to introduce the Conqueror's dream in my story, and I hope you all like the idea.
Further news: Rhaenyra and Daemon are not just going to be mentioned for the entirety of this story. Starting next chapter, I will begin writing flashbacks.
As always, thank you very much for reading, guys! Leave comments with your thoughts. Always happy to read them.