"Visenya Targaryen...it is an honor to finally meet you."
Visenya's grip on Dawn tightened even more when she saw the individual turn around. It was the Red Woman who was with Stannis Baratheon. Visenya's eyes narrowed in disbelief as she frowned in confusion. Why was this woman here? Was she here to kill her the same way she killed Renly Baratheon?
"Who are you?" Visenya challenged.
"I am Melisandre of Essos, and I am a trusted advisor of King Stannis Baratheon." The woman began calmly.
Visenya huffed. "You are also the woman who murdered Renly Baratheon."
"You know of me then?" Melisandre smiled. "I also frequented your father's court every now and then. Though your father replaced my knowledge with a Pyromancer...bringing him his love for Wildfire."
"I knew I recognized you from somewhere." Visenya sighed, finally releasing her grip on Dawn. "What are you? Are you a sorceress?"
She shook her head. "No, I am a devout follower of The Lord of Light, who has gifted me the power only his greatest followers receive."
"Yet you follow a false King." Visenya sighed.
"Stannis Baratheon believes that he is Azor Ahai reborn...partially because of myself, as I truly thought he was the one...born amidst salt and smoke...The Prince That was Promised." Melisandre explained. "Your father told that story many times."
"How did you learn it?" Visenya questioned. "Only Targaryen's know of the Conquer's dream."
"According to the prophecy, the champion of the Lord of Light will be reborn to wake the dragons from stone and reforge the great sword Lightbringer that defeated the darkness those thousands of years ago." Melisandre explained. "It has come to my attention, that you and your sister have a part in this."
"We are not princes." Visenya explained.
"The term prince or princess is interchangeable in High Valyrian." Melisandre continued. "I believe you and your sister have a part in the prophecy as told by Aegon the Conquer and the prophecy of Azor Ahai. You and your sister have awakened the dragons..."
"Daenerys has dragons?" Visenya questioned.
Melisandre nodded. "3 of them...but one will seem to matter. Considering the great furcate that will occur in The House of the Dragon."
Visenya frowned at her comment, not understanding what she was saying. She didn't get how this woman spoke in riddles, it made her head spin.
"Why are you here? I thought Stannis went up North." Visenya asked, letting her fingertips trace the edge of the table.
Melisandre nodded. "He did, but I came to warn you, I foresaw the future. Hand turns loom; spools of red and black, weaving spools of red, black, and gold, dragons of flesh, weaving dragons of thread, through the cold, within the dark night, as the night is dark and full of terrors."
Visenya frowned. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"That is for you to interpret." Melisandre explained as she stepped closer to the girl. "There is a great war coming, and you must prepare accordingly."
Visenya frowned in confusion, unsure of what to think of the woman. Within a matter of moments, the woman exited Dragonstone, and was not seen in the harbor or anywhere on the island, confusing Visenya greatly...but still, the words Melisandre spoke to her echoed in her mind.
3 Months Later
Blackwater bay was extremely calm early that morning. There were no ships in the water, and the sun shined extremely bright that day. Visenya had a small smile, as she flew Aegonar over the water, allowing for his wings, to briefly touch them, allowing for a small mist of water to come onto her face.
Since returning to Dragonstone, Visenya had found herself spending more time with her dragons and training them more. Aegonar had finally grown big enough to be able to ride, allowing for Visenya to take him out, and fly him over the waters. While Aegonar was smaller than Sunspear, he was ten times faster than her, which Visenya loved and hated at the same time, as she felt she had to hold onto Aegonar tighter, then she did with Sunspear.
Sunspear had also become more 'adjusted' to human contact. While Visenya was still her favorite person, she had allowed Mira to come and touch her...but she'd never let her ride her. However, Visenya still considered the entire situation a big triumph, considering Sunspear embodied more of a black cat rather than a dragon.
Aegonar let out a loud roar, as Visenya flew him over Dragonstone, and into the entrance to the Dragonmount which was connected to Dragonstone. Once Aegonar landed near the platform, she noticed Mira and a few members of The City Watch and The Kingsguard, who abandoned King's Landing once they found out Tywin was dead.
"Sȳz valonqar, Aegonar. (Good boy, Aegonar)." Visenya murmured as she climbed off the sapphire dragon, and onto the platform.
Aegonar let out a small groan, before he flew down into the dragon mount to join his sister. Once Aegonar flew away, Mira walked toward Visenya, with Maegor, following attentively behind her.
"Welcome back Princess." She began warmly. "I take it your ride was pleasant?"
Visenya nodded as she and Mira continued to walk into Dragonstone. "Yes it was."
"Aegonar is growing quickly...as is Sunspear." Mira commented. "Who knows, they could eventually be as large as the dragon skull sitting outside of your study."
"I highly doubt they'd be as large as Meraxes...but if they were...that'd be incredible." Visenya thought aloud.
"You never know." Mira suggested. "I was told by my parents that the dragons were fully extinct. And here I just witnessed you riding one of your dragons."
Visenya let out a laugh. "I suppose so...how is your family?"
Mira sighed. "My eldest brother, hasn't been doing alright since the death of our mother and our brother...and I worry for my youngest siblings, Talia and Ryon...but I am unsure on their whereabouts."
"I can send ravens to your oldest brother...seeing if he knows where your youngest siblings are." Visenya explained. "I can even send a raven to Castle Black, one of the Stark boys, Jon Snow, is there, perhaps he knows where they are."
"You could do that?" Mira asked in disbelief, turning to look at Visenya with slight shock.
"Of course I could." Visenya said with a small smile. "It's the least I could do."
"Thank you, Princess. You don't know how much I appreciate it." Mira said with a smile.
Visenya nodded before she gestured down a hallway. "Of course, if you need me, I'll be in my study."
Once she was in her study, she began to anxiously search the various texts and scrolls throughout the room, trying to find something within them mentioning the words that Melisandre told her a few months prior. Since her encounter with Melisandre, every single day, Visenya found herself, trying to find answers within her study which contained centuries old of knowledge, but so far, all she continued to hit were dead-ends.
Almost like history didn't want her to know what the woman meant.
With various books and scrolls open on her desk, she continued to scour the objects on her desk. With frustration, she sat back down and groaned in annoyance. Just as she was about to start looking at the various objects on her desk again, a knock was heard at her study's door.
"Enter." She calmly replied.
She picked her head up as soon as she saw Maegor run into the room...followed by Jaime, who had an odd looking box in his hands.
"There you are." He began. "I've been looking for you for most of the day...you weren't next to me when I woke."
She nonchalantly shrugged as he sat down across from her. "I wanted an early start."
"I though you wanted to practice with the sword more today?" He asked, as he had been instructing her on how to wield a sword like Dawn.
"I wanted to go flying...and then I decided to spend time in here." She sighed.
"You've been doing that quite a bit...are you alright?" He asked with concern.
She didn't answer his question but gestured to the box. "What is that?"
He shrugged, before carefully lifting the contraption, and once it was opened, a large viper (dead, thankfully), was inside, holding a necklace. Visenya's eyes were wide, as she was startled by how the box opened. Even Maegor was startled, as he picked his head up once the box opened. Jaime looked over the necklace, before he let out a sigh and a frown.
"What's wrong?" She asked in confusion.
"There are two necklaces like this in the world." He began before gesturing to the necklace he gave her that she was wearing around her neck. "The one I gave you, and the one I sent to Dorne for Myrcella."
"Are you saying this is a threat?"
He shrugged. "I don't know."
"Did it come with a note?" Visenya questioned glancing over the objects in the box once again.
He shook his head. "No, but I know why they sent it. They blame my family for Oberyn's death, and his sister's...and now they have my niece, and are potentially keeping her prisoner."
"She's your daughter, Jaime." Visenya said with a sigh, leaning back in her chair.
"She's not my daughter."
She nodded. "If you are saying that, just so that I will not become angry...we've had this discussion."
"If I was a father to any of my children, they'd be stoned in the streets." He sighed, leaning back in his chair. "But I am going to make things right."
"How so?"
He was quiet for a moment before he made her decision. "I am going to Dorne, and bringing my daughter home."
Visenya fell silent pondering her thoughts for a few moments before she decided what she was going to say.
"You are going to bring her back to Cersei?" She asked with uncertainty. "Are you sure that is the best option?"
"I'm not brining her to Cersei...I'm bringing her here." He began, making Visenya's eyes go wide.
"Cersei will come for our heads." She began.
"Perhaps...but knowing Myrcella, she will most likely not want to go back to King's Landing...and besides, she likes you."
She shook her head. "I barely know her, and the interactions that I have had with her were in Winterfell...when she was a child. Plus, it won't be easy to ask Prince Doran to give her back...she's promised to his son."
"I'm not going to ask him anything." He said with a shake of his head.
"If you bring an army, it is an act of war."
"No army."
She gave him a small smile, realizing what he was trying to do. "I am not coming with you."
He frowned. "Why?"
"I need to stay here...I fear something is coming, and we must be prepared for it." She explained firmly. "It's why I've been spending most of my days locked up in here."
He let out another sigh. "Everything will be alright, I promise. And I will find Myrcella, and bring her here."
She sighed before giving him a small smile. "You're going to Dorne, with one hand? By yourself?"
He shook his head. "I never said I was going alone."
"Who are you bringing with you?"
"A friend."
She scoffed in amusement. "You don't have friends."
"I have you." He countered with a smile.
She rolled her eyes. "I regret my decision."
He let out a huff of amusement as he stood up. "Coming to bed?"
She nodded. "Go without me, I'll be there soon."
He gave her a small nod, before walking out of her study, leaving Visenya and Maegor alone. After Visenya glanced at Maegor, who was still sleeping by her feet, she realized that she needed to notify one person who might be able to help with a potential threat coming.
Her nephew.
Jon.
Without hesitation, she grabbed her quill and ink, and a small scroll and began to write. Once finished, she looked over the note.
Jon,
It has been a while since I have wrote to you. I write to you with concerning matters. I have recently encountered a woman, a red woman, allied with Stannis. She speaks of a cold, dark night, and alludes to a immanent threat coming. I am concerned that it will happen sooner than we believe. DO NOT TRUST HER. I am uncertain of her myself as I am beginning to have difficulty distinguishing what is real and what is not anymore. If you need anything from me, I am on Dragonstone, with my two dragons. I deeply miss you, as I miss the talks we had when we were children. When I see you, I need to speak with you on something I recently found out. Until then, I hope you and ghost are enjoying the wonders of the Wall, and the accommodations of Castle Black.
Your Fellow Outsider,
Visenya.
A/N:
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