[A/N] – This is a sequel AU to my other story 'His Dragoness' and the second book in the 'Dragon Whisperer' Series. You do not have to read my previous book to get a hang of this story since in this time the Dragons are long dead and the Targaryen Family Line is a mess.

A few things from the other book will be casually mentioned, maybe a few Easter eggs or similarities but nothing crucial.

Also, since the timeline is a mess; I will change a few things either between time skips or the true age of certain characters; to make it more fitting with the story and keep the narrative flow smooth.

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens Lannisters are put into question; marriage seems to be the only choice left.

To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King's younger sister.

Visenya Targaryen II is the younger sister of the King but she is twice as wild as him. With a smart-quick mouth, extreme pride and a wild side that no man could ever manage to tame; she has sent away every single man that tried to ask for her hand.

Yet, when the relationships between two great families are threatened by past mistakes and enemies in the shadows; it is up to her to ensure peace will remain across the realm and within the Red Keep. And all that will only happen by her marriage to the only Lion she knew that could match her, even though personal conflicts and family honours are in the middle of all.

The Targaryens had been ruling the 7 Kingdoms for almost 2 centuries now. Some with disgrace, others with respect and some were simply unworthy to even sit on the famous Throne made of swords.

However, the ones that would leave their mark in history would come later; as a legacy to all those great Kings. It all started when love prevailed over arranged marriages and King Aegon V found all 4 of his sons marrying purely who their hearts desired. As long as it was not incest, the old King did not hold back or argue with such a decision.

He was, though, unaware of what fate awaited his dynasty and his house in the years that followed.

The Gods seemed to have plans for the realm, starting in 244 AC when Aerys the II was born to the family of Jeahaerys Targaryen himself. He also obtained a daughter 2 years prior but it was his third child that the Gods seemed to favour in the upcoming future.

Visenya II Targaryen seemed to have been graced by the Old Valyrian Gods both in terms of beauty but also talent. Despite her heritage, the moment the child opened her eyes; everyone knew whose reincarnation she seemed to be.

Jaehaerys gathered doubts in his heart, his body frail and his mind not as sharp. While still a prince, he found a woodwitch and asked for what awaited his children. In his eyes, his last daughter was a curse; just like her predecessor long before her.

Surprisingly, the witch mentioned the Prince who was Promised; a direct descendant by his lineage.

It was then, that he decided the fate of his children. While he ignored his youngest, he focused on his two eldest and despite his grandfather's wishes; he married brother and sister like their ancestors had done before them.

It was in 258 AC when his plans seemed to harbour fruit for young Rhaella became pregnant and soon gave birth to Rhaegar Targaryen. Jaehaerys knew that he was the king who was promised for the same year he was crowned King of the 7 realms.

The true game of the gods officially started a few years later.

262 AC – King's Landing, Crownlands - Seat of Power: Aerys II Targaryen

The realm celebrated as much as it could while many of the great houses of the rest of the 6 Kingdoms had second thoughts about the whole event. The Red Keep was bursting with life, the halls filled with royals and houselords from across the Western Lands.

All came to pay their respects and pledge their alliance to the new King of the 7 Kingdoms; Aerys II Targaryen and his Queen Consort, Rhaella Targaryen.

While Aerys was just 18, there was life in his eyes and his mind had yet to become corrupted by power as the future awaited him. He was young, already with an heir and a warrior, who fought for his grandfather in the War of the NinePenny Kings.

As a new King, Aerys needed to choose someone loyal to become his hand; a position of great value and influence. To the surprise of many, he chose a man he already knew and trusted; despite their reputation.

Tywin Lannister, the Lion of Casterly Rock.

In the feast for his coronation, Aerys had moved around to greet all the lords while proudly showing his beautiful sister-wife Rhaella and his heir Rhaegar, the boy barely 5 years of age.

The feast was at its zenith, the music loud and the wine flowing like a wild river during a stormy night. Long had the dishes been removed by servants as the festive mood kept everyone busy, well, almost everyone.

Tywin did not share the mood for celebration like many others or the unnecessary coin waste to feed so many people; with half the food eventually being thrown away. His wife, Joanna Lannister, was back at Casterly Rock for he did not wish to drag her into this madness; not yet at least but he did find her absence noticeable.

Considering the men he was surrounded by, many would find it understandable if they were in his place and shared his intelligent mind.

Excusing himself, he stood up and left the banquet room in need of some air. With a goblet filled with red wine in one hand, he started to walk away from the now-closed doors of that damn room.

He stopped himself walking halfway, upon noticing he was not the only one wishing to remove themselves from the celebrations.

The hallway of the Red Keep was made of stones but big arched glass-less windows had been built to offer anyone the view of the Gardens and even the City. Perched on one of those openings was a young girl, barely passing her 13th name day, based on her undeveloped body.

Tywin would have simply ignored her if he had not paid close attention to her attire and her hair. Her dress, a deep purple in colour worked wonders as it contrasted with the pure white locks falling on the back.

There were only one family in Westeros with such hair and only one had a child of such age present in the Red Keep.

As if sensing his gaze, the girl turned her head towards him. Instead of violet eyes, he was greeted by a combination of red and gold; a clear representation of the colours of flames when devouring the land.

"Princess" he addressed her, recognising the child as the younger sister of the new King; Visenya II Targaryen.

"Lord Tywin Lannister I presume" she greeted back with a small smile as she lifted her body.

Showing him her back was considered rude and like the royalty she was tutored to be, turned to face the still young man of 21 name days, who stood a few feet away.

They had noticed each other during the Banquet and the feast but no words had been exchanged so far. Their latest King was too busy enjoying the festivities in his name to fully introduce them.

That did not mean they did not know one another, at least when it came to names.

Only two Targaryen Children were present, Rhaegar and herself; a clear difference between them was visible without the need for high intelligence to be noted.

As for him, if one was foolish enough not to pay attention to the coronation; they would still have their chance for redemption upon noticing the pin on the man's tunic.

"I should offer my congratulations for your brother, our new King" Tywin said, breaking the small silence between them.

Out of courtesy, Visenya gave a small bow. "Thank you, my Lord. Allow me to congratulate you on your new position. You are the youngest man to be titled Hand of the King, if I am not mistaken"

There was this twinkle in his eyes upon hearing her words and observing her bow. He could see that the Princess was a smart girl, educated and knowledgeable enough; perhaps more than her air-headed brother.

He knew he would have his hands full with him but at least there was hope someone from his lineage, had inherited more brains than exotic beauty.

Many might underestimate or dismiss her for her gender and age but he could see intelligence and cunningness in those unique flaming orbs.

Their small moment was interrupted by the doors of the banquet hall opening as a tired Rhaella carried her firstborn in her arms. Upon noticing her, Tywin gave a small bow out of formality but Visenya had other plans in mind.

"Sister, are you alright?" she asked with worry, having moved by the woman's side with silent quick steps.

The Young Queen gave a smile, her 16-year-old body already changed by her first birth but her beauty remained. However, if one dared to look deep into her violet eyes, one would only see emptiness and loneliness.

"I am alright, a little bit tired and so is Rhaegar" she explained, eyes falling on the future heir of the realm.

"Allow me to escort you back to your chambers" Visenya said, her pre-teen body still offering a certain height that did not show much difference to the young queen. "Lord Hand" she greeted him out of courtesy and then proceeded to walk side by side with her sister.

Tywin watched them leave and he took a sip of the wine from his goblet. Unknown to him, this would not be the first time they would meet. No...it was the beginning of many as the threads of their lives were slowly pulled and twisted to braid with one another.

266 AC – King's Landing, Crownlands - Seat of Power: Aerys II Targaryen

King Aerys the II had only been ruling for four years and while still young, he already made grievous mistakes. Often impulsive and looking after pleasure, his hand often dug into the coffers of his Kingdom and even loans were said to be taken from the famous Iron Bank.

Thankfully for him and the realm, Tywin Lannister was an intelligent man and his family; was quite rich. With proper investment and personal payment from the coffers of his own house in Casterly Rock, he made sure the crown owned no debt while also earning in return through proper investments.

At the same time, his wife had given birth to twins; a boy and a girl. Yet, he could not be with them for he was busy running after the young King and ensuring he did not destroy the realm when no one was looking.

His council never truly helped, for many of the old ones had been replaced by younger men; many of whom would nod their heads to anything the King said and did. Sometimes, it was frustrating but the famous Lion had to remain standing; he was not one to give up easily.

And he was not the only one in that case.

While everyone ran after the King and kept him busy with his responsibilities, Princess Visenya had the freedom of the world. No one dared to lift a hand on the Targaryen princess, fearful of the actions of her brother.

Ironically, they were fearing of the same Brother, who had been neglecting her ever since she had been born

He never paid much attention to her well-being and neither tried to contain her in the walls of the Red Keep. This allowed Visenya to prove she carried the spirit of the woman she was named after.

Many times would Tywin cross the hallways of the Red Keep only to stare below him at the training grounds, to see her there. While only 16, the young Princes had bloomed into a beautiful woman. Her white hair was not fully straight, the faintest of curles could be seen at the end of her long locks.

Her body had matured, offering curves and a good bust. Her eyes kept having the same intelligence beneath them, her mind as sharp as her tongue. More than once had she been the main gossip amongst the ladies for both her hobbies but also the lack of a husband.

Rumours often spread like wildfire and the teenage Princess did not truly help stopping them either; nor did she seem to care.

For if she did, she would not be found in the Training Grounds alone or with her nephew. The Heir was still young, and barely had his 8th name day passed but he was interested in learning. His teachers became the loyal KingsGuard Ser Barristan Selmy and his beloved aunt.

The woman had a good handle of a sword, her posture always proper but it was her skills with a bow and arrow that often drew the spotlight on her. Many claimed she had the eyesight of a dragon, capable of striking her target despite the distance or the obstacle.

If arrows were not available, she also trained with daggers; a fine choice for a refined woman, who was often under-estimated and risked having men approaching too close to her personal space.

While not favouring a woman in breaches and holding a sword, Tywin did nothing to stop her. His responsibilities were with the King and until Aerys himself brought up the subject; he would not bother with it.

It was a usual night and Tywin had found himself leaving his chambers and instead moving towards the Royal Library, a simple candle illuminating his way. The Targaryens took pride in the endless records and books they possessed, some daring far back to Aegon the Conqueror and the time of Dragons.

When he needed to clear his head, the Hand of the King would often visit the library and borrow a book. Sometimes, answers to his troubles could be found in the old Yellow Pages or even inspire him with some solution that he quickly needed.

Upon entering the big circular room, he was not surprised to find the torches already lit and a candle placed on one of the wooden round tables lying amongst chairs and couches. Only a few visited that room, truly interested in the treasures it held but those two never truly encountered one another there...until now.

"Princess" Tywin addressed the teenager, who had her back turned and her eyes locked on a certain self filled with books.

Upon hearing him, she turned slowly and graced him with a small smile and a courteous bow. "Lord Hand" she greeted and then turned to look at the self again, deep in thought.

Tywin studied her for a moment too long as he slowly walked into the room. While not always a good idea for an unmarried woman to be found with a man and no escort, their case was different.

The Royal Library was of limited access and the time of the Owl had reached them, leading many into a deep slumber. In addition, no one would truly dare to spread gossip of the mighty Hand of the King and the Princess; too fearful of what would happen to them if they did.

Placing the candle on one of the free tables, he turned to face a different section of the library as his eyes scanned the titles; searching for a specific book he already had in mind.

"What would you suggest?" he heard Visenya ask him, making him stop his hand halfway from grabbing the book he wanted.

"Pardon me, princess?" he exclaimed as he turned to face her, having not heard her question fully.

The teenager glanced at him with the tip of her eye but did not take her focus from the self of books she had been staring at for at least 5 minutes.

"I am looking for a book on war strategies of my ancestors and perhaps other great leaders of their time" she explained, drawing his interest. "I have read many of them but there are a few suggested to me by the Maesters. However, I do believe your opinion on them would be better justified"

Tywin let his hand fall to his side, his full attention on her. He walked her way with confident slow steps, not planning to intimidate her but not fully cowering in fear due to her title. His green eyes had specs of gold within them, glowing with intelligence and danger as the shadows of the torches were illuminated across his face.

He came to a halt three feet away from her and placed his hands behind his back, his posture straight and his gaze unyielding. "And do tell me why my opinion matters to you, Princess?"