Going to answer some questions/comments:
Martin Gui: Visenya is different from her sister, as you all probably can tell. Visenya doesn't necessarily want the throne, unlike Daenerys, Visenya is more concerned with the North, as she considered it her home, more so than King's Landing. Based upon everything Visenya has been through, and everything Visenya has learned over the years...Visenya and Daenerys are set to be in conflict with each other, just on their upbringings alone, with Dany being raised by Viserys in Essos, and Senya being raised by Ned and the rest of the Starks in Westeros. I'm not going to spoil anything in the future...but I want to warn viewers that Dany and Senya may not get along. But long story short, your idea is great...and I may consider it in the future...I'll give you credit via a shoutout if I do.
Laecia: I am still up in the air about bringing Lady Stoneheart into the story, but I won't irradiate the idea totally. I'll let you know if I do end up using it, via a shoutout on the story. Overall I like your idea and I thank you for it...but I am still deciding on if I want to bring Lady Stoneheart in.
Guest: Young Griff will be in the story, and has already been introduced...he will eventually meet his Aunt Visenya...but I won't spoil when, where, why, and how :). I'm still debating on Lady Stoneheart.
2 Weeks Later
"You can't divide an army." Visenya began gesturing to the map that was in front of them. "If you place half your army North, trying to combat the White Walkers, and half of it South, against the Boltons, the entire army will fail."
Currently, Jon, Sansa, Visenya, Davos, Dolorous Edd, Melisandre, Brienne, and Tormund were all looking over a map of the North, trying to figure out what their next move would be, seeing as how the Bolton's had Rickon...but at the same time, the threat of the White Walkers could be heading toward them.
"What do you suggest?" Tormund challenged. "For us to sit back while you burn everyone alive...because that won't work."
"If we want to survive, we need Winterfell, and to take Winterfell, we need more men." Jon concluded not wanting an argument to occur between his adoptive sister and one of his closest friends.
Davos frowned as he moved some of the tokens on the map towards Winterfell. "Aside from the Starks and the Boltons, the most powerful houses in the North are the Umbers, the Karstarks, and the Manderlys. The Umbers and the Karstarks have already declared for the Boltons, so we're not doing so well there."
"The Umbers gave Rickon to our enemies. They can hang or burn alive for all I care." Sansa began. "But the Karstarks declared for Ramsay without knowing they had another choice." "I beg your pardon, my lady, but they know that a Stark beheaded their father." Davos countered. "I don't think we can count on them either." "How well do you know the North, Ser Davos?" Visenya asked with a small smile. "Precious little, Princess." In that moment, Sansa gave him a small smile. "My father always said Northerners are different. More loyal, more suspicious of outsiders." "They may well be loyal, but how many rose up against the Boltons when they betrayed your family?" Davos began, making Visenya sigh, knowing he had a point. "I may not know the North, but I know men. They're more or less the same in any corner of the world and even the bravest of them don't want to see their wives and children skinned for a lost cause. If Jon's going to convince them to fight alongside him, they need to believe it's a fight they can win."
"We have two dragons on our side!" Tormund began slamming his fist down on the table.
"I will not use my dragons during negotiations." Visenya sighed as she crossed her arms.
"Why?" Melisandre inquired. "Aegon the Conqueror and your ancestors always brought their dragons during negotiations."
She shook her head. "It won't favor the Northerners...they made Robb king, even when I had both of my dragons with me...casting me aside. Northerners are not that...happy...when it comes to dragons." "There are more than three other houses in the North - Glover, Mormont, Cerwyn, Mazin, Hornwood." Jon began. "Two dozen more. Together they equal all the others. We can start small and build."
"House Forrester would easily side with us." Visenya explained, moving a token on the map. "They recently got emancipated from House Whitehill and are the rulers of Highpoint and Ironwrath." "The North remembers." Sansa confirmed. "They remember the Stark name. People will still risk everything for it, from White Harbor to Ramsay's own door." "I don't doubt it." Davos nodded. "But Jon doesn't have the Stark name."
In that moment, Visenya debated speaking that he not only carried the pedigree of both House Stark and House Targaryen in his veins...but opted this would not be the correct time...she needed Jon alone to tell him the truth. "No, but I do." Sansa immediately replied. "Jon is every bit as much Ned Stark's son as Ramsay is Roose Bolton's." Visenya explained making Jon give her a small smile. "And there are also the Tullys, who will do anything I say or command. They're not Northern, but they will back us against the Boltons without question.: "I didn't know the Tullys still had an army." Davos frowned. "Nor did I know they took over Riverrun once again."
"I burned the Lannister army that was holding it...Edmure Tully and the Blackfish will do anything I say. Lord Edmure has been one of my advisors on Dragonstone for the last few months." "That's good. Their support would mean a great deal. Stark, Tully, a few more houses, almost starts to look like a winning side." Davos said with a nod. "Well done, Princess."
Visenya smiled at the older man, before looking back down at the map. Just as she was about to reply to the older man, one of the guards came into the room in a frenzy.
"What is it?" Jon asked in annoyance.
"There's a dragon outside the gate!" The guard explained.
"I didn't visit her today." Visenya explained shrugging it off not picking her eyes off the map. "She's probably wondering where I was."
The guard shook his head. "This dragon isn't gold...it's sapphire...it followed 3 riders here."
Visenya immediately picked her head up, with her eyes wide, before she pushed past the entire group of people, and broke into a sprint, as she headed towards the courtyard. As soon as she came into the courtyard, her eyes widened, at what she saw.
Aegonar, roaring in fury at various members of the Night's Watch who were trying to fend themselves off from it. The dragon had grew incredibly large...larger than Sunspear, but it's sapphire blue scales still stunned her beyond belief.
"Dohaerās, Aegonar, lykirī. (Serve me, Aegonar, be calm.)" Visenya ordered as she walked towards her dragon.
Almost instantly, as soon as the dragon laid his eyes on her, he immediately laid off his attack, shocking most of the individuals in the courtyard...except for Jaime, Bronn, and Mira, who were all watching the spectacle, in awe...mainly because of how large Aegonar grew.
She immediately walked over to the large dragon with slight anger in her eyes.
" Skoriot gōntan ao jikagon? Skoros gōntan ao gaomagon? (Where did you go? What did you do?)" She angrily asked the sapphire dragon, even though she knew she'd never get an answer back.
Though sometimes she wish she did.
Visenya let out a sigh, as she walked over to the three of them, and no sooner she started walking, Jaime pulled her into his arms and held her close. She felt him press a kiss to the side of her head before they pulled away from each other.
"What are you doing here?" She asked in disbelief. "Who is on Dragonstone?"
He sighed. "It is being held by one of Edmure's commanders...I got worried, so we decided to ride North, as I didn't hear from you."
"I told you I'd be fine." She began with a slight glare. "Though I will admit, I am glad you are all here...we need all the help we can get."
"What's wrong?" He frowned.
"I was right...there is a war coming...but it's nothing like the people of Westeros have ever seen."
While Jaime, Bronn, and Mira were getting briefed on the entire situation, Visenya found herself sitting in Aemon's chambers, keeping the man company as he had been bound to his bed within the recent week. He admitted to Sam that his old age had finally caught up with him, causing him to be tired all the time...but nonetheless, he was still grateful that Visenya came to see him before she left Castle Black to rally more Northern houses.
"When do you leave?" Aemon asked, looking at the ceiling, due to his blindness.
"Later this afternoon." She sighed.
"I sense you are not happy with this arrangement?"
"I worry for Daenerys...she is alone, by herself." Visenya sighed. "And I worry what will be the outcome of this war."
"Worrying is a part of life, my dear." Aemon sighed as he gripped her hand. "You should not worry...you carry the name of Visenya the Conqueror...your father named you after her. You are the only one of your father's children to not only have the name of one of the conqueror's but also fail to inherit Aerys's madness. You found favor with the Gods of both Valyria and Westeros."
"These days I find myself wondering if the Gods truly are on my side." She explained looking down at her feet.
"Do perk up, my dear." He began. "I have a gift for you."
She frowned. "A gift?"
The older man nodded. "A gift from the conqueror's themselves. In the chest at the foot of my bed, at the very bottom, you will find a sword, that has been in our family for generations. It's last known user was Bryndan Rivers, who brought it here, before him, it was used by Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, who received it after Daemon Targaryen was given it after the death of his father, Prince Baelon...who received it from his father, King Jaehaerys...after his mother, the Dowager Queen Alyssa Velaryon, stole it from the bedchambers of Visenya the Dowager Queen."
Visenya's eyes immediately widened upon hearing the words...having difficulty believing them to be true.
He had it.
The sword once wielded by Visenya the Conqueror.
Dark Sister.
"It is yours...as you are worthy enough to carry it." He quietly explained, as he closed his eyes, falling asleep in instantly.
Once Aemon was sound asleep, Visenya carefully got up, and opened the trunk at the foot of the bed. After moving a few odds and ends out of the way, her eyes came across what she was looking for. Carefully, she picked up the sword, and gently held it in her hands, as she examined it.
The sword was remarkable. The hilt of the sword had a dragon egg sculpted, and right before it flowed into the Valyrian steel, there were two sculpted dragon wings at each side of it. She still couldn't believe it was hers...the sword of Visenya Targaryen...The Dowager Queen...The Rider of Vhagar...the woman she was named after.
After adjusting Dawn, Visenya strapped Dark Sister around her waist, with it's own sheath, whereas Dawn was now strapped to her back. Before exiting the room, she glanced back at Maester Aemon, the man who had been so kind to her, with a small smile, even though he wouldn't be able to see it. The smile was her form of gratitude, though he probably knew how grateful she was.
As she walked back into the courtyard, Jon, who was talking to Jaime immediately walked over to her, as she mounted her horse.
"We are riding out the southern gates." He began. "We are going to get as much northern support as we can. Brienne will ride for Riverrun, along with Sansa...to get the Blackfish to send his army. You, Jaime, Bronn, and Mira will come with me and Melisandre to Bear Island to speak to the Mormonts, before you will head to Ironwrath and Highpoint...since the Forrester's have taken a liking to you...we meet south of the wall."
"Understood...I like the cloak." She nodded before smiling.
Jon sighed as he mounted his own horse. "Sansa made it...it looks like father's."
Her smile grew. "Fitting...for the rightful Warden of The North."
Jon shook his head before walking his horse towards Dolorous Edd.
Visenya let out a sigh, looking down at her hands, still not believing that there were potentially two wars that were going to occur.
"New sword?" Jaime asked as he moved his horse so he was seated beside her.
She nodded looking down at Dark Sister.
"Maester Aemon...my uncle...gave it to me. He said it was the sword of Visenya, The Dowager Queen."
Jaime's eyes widened. "He had Dark Sister? I thought it was lost?"
She shrugged. "So did I."
"So you now have Dark Sister and Dawn?" He asked in disbelief.
A smirk came on her face. "Jealous?"
"I will admit...I am." He replied with honesty, making her toss her head back with laughter.
A glare immediately occured on Jaime's face as he noticed Tormund staring at Visenya in awe, watching her laugh. Upon seeing Jaime's angered and threatening look, Tormund immediately looked away. In that moment, Jon and Sansa walked up to the party...now both mounted on their horses. Jon then gestured for the gates to be opened...and once the gates were opened, the party started on their journey.
No sooner they were outside the gates, Visenya glanced up to see both Aegonar and Sunspear, flying overhead...and once they came to the part where the King's Road branched off, one heading toward the other portions of the North with the other one heading toward the South, Visenya gave Sansa and Brienne a nod, as they both ventured for Riverrun...while the others road toward Bear Island.
A/N:
Aegonar has finally returned!
Shoutout to Ian12091995 for suggesting to have Aegonar take a leave of absence, and for Visenya to receive Dark Sister as a gift from Maester Aemon Targaryen.
I planned on Visenya receiving Dark Sister when I started this story, as Visenya not only admires Visenya the Conqueror, but also embodies her in some sort...as she is not only very diplomatic, but also somewhat of a warrior.
Let me know if you have any questions, concerns, comments, or ideas. And fill free to comment.