The following night, Visenya paid a visit to her dear older brother in his solar. Rhaella was busy taking a bath before the Maester would come and check up on her condition, her belly swelling and her health surprisingly stable.

This allowed a small window of opportunity for Visenya, who had announced her presence to him once they were in private; wooden doors closed behind her. In her hands, she held two goblets filled with wine and she walked towards her brother; who was busy reading a scroll.

He was not one to enjoy doing most of the paperwork or studying, always falling behind with his studies when they were younger. More than once he had Visenya helping him, although it was never truly a request and more like a bargain.

Then, he had Tywin to handle everything for him but now that he was gone; some of that pestering work had fallen on his shoulders and by the 7 did he not like it. Dressed in a fancy black silk robe with the Targaryen symbol in red on the back, he marched up and down while he kept reading or at least was trying to; boredom evident in his eyes.

"You seem tired, My King. May I offer some Arbour wine?" she suggested, lifting the two goblets as she took a few steps towards him.

His violet eyes moved from the scroll to her face and then to the two wine goblets in her hands. Everyone knew that Aerys loved a good wine and generally he loved drinking, along with having fun and control over everything.

"Arbour wine? And pray where did you get such wine?" he asked but put the scroll on his desk, nonetheless.

He walked her way and took the goblet from her with less mannerism than was expected. He took a moment to smell the sweet aroma of the exotic tine and smirked, before taking a few big sips.

"I had some being gifted to me by one of the available suitors. You will be surprised what they are willing to pay to gain your favour" she lied effortlessly, since the wine had been taken from Tywin's personal stack.

Aerys did not seem to care much about the details, as he savoured the sweet taste and emptied his goblet in one go. "Then as your King, I order you to bring me whatever such wine had been given to you. It is a shame to hide it away" he said with his usual cockiness and he eyed her own goblet, from which she had barely taken a sip.

Understanding what he wanted, she handed him her goblet and the corner of her lips lifted up to the faintest of smirks upon seeing him emptying it as well. "If Your Highness wishes, who am I to argue?" she said and took the goblet from him as she started to see the faintest haziness in his eyes.

"That's right because...I am the King and no one can argue with me..." he said, blinking a little more often now as he felt his vision blurring slightly.

"Are you alright, your Grace? Perhaps you should lay down?" she asked him but her voice sounded muffled by the time it reached him.

"No...yes...mayb...I...I...willlll..." he slurped and started to stumble towards the bed he had installed in his desk, for when he brought women over to fuck them.

Visenya was by his side in seconds, supporting his bigger but skinnier frame and leading him towards the bed. By the time he laid on it, he could barely keep his eyes open. "I do believe you had too much to drink, my King," she said as she pushed a strand of his white hair off his forehead.

"...mmm..." the king exclaimed, barely nodding. "Per...perhaps...I...did" The last word was practically a whisper as his eyes closed fully and sleep quickly took over.

His breathing was quiet and peaceful, his chest rising and falling as he slept. His sister watched him for a minute before she moved away from the bed.

With elegant steps, she walked towards his desk and sat on the chair. From the space between her breasts, she removed a rolled-up piece of parchment. Unrolling it on the desk, amber eyes quickly scanned over the context.

The King's handwriting had been forged to perfection by her, the scroll an order that allowed Visenya to gather troops and head for Casterly Rock. All she needed, was to pour some red wax at the corner of his forged signature and then the Targaryen royal insignia was pressed on it.

She blew on the wax to let it dry and left the stamp back on the desk before she stood up. Smirking to herself, she glanced at her sleeping brother and shook her head.

Sometimes I wonder whose intelligence I have inherited, she thought and felt an annoying sensation from the same place she had the scroll hidden.

Her long fingers passed behind her dress and soon pulled out a small glass vial, empty of its contents. She held it between two fingers and marched towards the light fireplace before she threw it in the flames; forever discarding the evidence.

Once that was done, she exited the room. As she closed the door behind her, she turned to the single guard standing outside; Selmy.

"Well?" he asked, unclear how much Visenya had informed him of her plan.

Offering her most charming smile, she turned to face him. "Enough sweet wine unties tongues and affects judgements," she said and showed him the rolled-up parchment. "Inform Ser Darry to prepare my men and some of the royal soldiers. We ride before the moon reaches its zenith" she said and started to walk away from the King's guard, her black dress flowing effortlessly around her body. "Send me your squire as well, my friend. I will need help with my armour"

Ser Barristan Selmy had been in the presence of the Targaryens ever since the War of the Nine Penny Kings, being knighted afterwards for his abilities in battle; having taken the Blackfyre heir all by himself.

He was a renowned swordsman and knight, filled with honour and a sense of justice. He had been the one to help both Visenya and Rhaegar with their sword training and he had also been one of the princess' most trusted knights.

He understood that the King was not always the best to rule or that some of his decisions were questionable but he also knew that Visenya was working in the shadows to ensure such mistakes were not going to last.

He respected her, for she put the good of the realm first and she never let her gender, title or anything to stop her from doing what she had; her duty. Yet, sometimes he did question her sneaky plans or the risks she seemed to take; worrying that one day she would not be able to escape as easily as she had by now.

In the end, though, he knew he had to obey her. Thankfully for him, he had his good friend Willem Darry to talk about, another loyal and just knight that she often worked with; when she needed someone with a more direct connection to the King and his guard.

2 days away from Casterly Rock, Westernland

Visenya and her men had been riding for days, around 17 by her account. They had taken the same paths Tywin had, mostly to earn them some time although the rocky terrain had often delayed them.

Amongst the royal soldiers and knights that rode behind her, a few wooden carriages and horses were carrying mysterious barrels with them. More than once, did the Targaryen Princess look behind to check at their condition; often inhaling sharply when the carriage would rock or bump against the rocks.

Memories of her latest discussion with one of her secret accomplices often replayed in her mind when that would happen; as if they would ease her nerves and calm her down.

"Are you sure it is safe enough for travel, Wisdom?" she had asked the man in the long robe.

"Of course, my Lady. A few bumps would not affect it or may my skills be a lie. I believe I have proven to you, my Lady, that my skills are trustworthy; haven't I?" the man had asked her, his voice having a certain edge that sounded like a blade scrapped against a metal shield.

"Not yet and I do expect this to continue. If you wish for the funds to continue, it better be ready" she told him, towering above his hunched form. "I expect the secrecy and silence of your lot while I am away. If you do not, I will know" she threatened, her eyes glowing in the hidden underground chamber; the torches illuminating the fires hidden within that threatened to burn them all.

Eventually, the sun had started to set and Visenya had ordered her men to camp for the night. The constant horse ride had been tiring for everyone, including her and there was also a need to discuss their next strategy.

A young boy took the reins of her mare and she decided to check upon her men, while they built the tents and rested for now.

Barely an hour later, Visenya had found her way into her tent. It was bigger than the others but plain, having just the necessities like a table for the map, a few lanterns, a study, a portable basin with clean water and a simple roll mat for her to sleep in later on.

She had remained in her armour, her hands behind her back as she studied the map again and again. Her mind worked nonstop, racing like the fastest of horses in Westeros at the thought of paths and battle plans. A few pieces of parchment lay on her desk, not that far away.

She had received a couple of them throughout their travel but 3 were the most important ones. The first was from her dear sister, who had written to her to exclaim her worries and inform her of her health.

Dear Visenya,

By your last letter, I can say that you have been well. The court in King's Landing talks none stop about your departure but also of the siege. Our brother is not happy but I do not believe he had realised your plan or how you got his permission.

My pregnancy is going well, the Maester saying 3 months before I give birth and I dream it is another boy. This news seems to keep Aerys in good spirits. I pray to the 7 daily that you are successful and return in one piece.

Sincerely,

Rhaella Targaryen, Queen Consort of the 7 Kingdoms.

Visenya often found the timing odd and yet favourable for her part. The first long-term successful pregnancy of her sister after so long, was the time she had to fake orders from the King and leave for battle.

That unborn child was certainly the only thing that had kept her from being declared a traitor and she made a mental plan to pray to the 7 once she would return. She wasn't truly a religious person but she did not wish to try and offend any higher power either. She was not a fool unlike many of the people around her.

While she had never truly been into a battle or had led a military force before, she had done just fine so far. The men trusted her, followed and respected her. She had made sure to keep their well-being on top and her small speeches were always enough to keep the encouragement going.

Her mind for a moment, went to the second letter she had received at the same time as her first one. It was from her cousin, Steffon.

Dear Visenya,

This is most likely one of the most reckless and daring plans you ever had thought of. I do not know how you managed to make him drunk enough to sign that order but he is sure as hell does not remember it.

I do not know if it was originally part of your plan to use his love for wine but due to the state we found him the next morning, he had not comment on your departure. Many whispers that he gave the order himself in secret, none daring to say that he was drunk and tricked about it.

This might be the only thing that keeps you alive so far but I fear it will not last for long. End this Silver Lions group and return home, before your luck from the 7 runs out for we both know; I will not be able to protect you.

Highest Regards,

Lord Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Stormlands and Warden of the East.

Visenya wondered if Steffon had played in those rumours or if he had helped her during her absence, her mind often answering those ideas and questions with a 'yes'. She liked to hope so, for she always needed loyal allies.

As time passed, the plans she had and the actions she was forced to take would be bigger and far more dangerous. Powerful allies could ensure not only the success but also the years she had left in front of her.

The last letter she had received was from Tywin after she had informed him that she was leading the forces and heading his way. He had not been pleased with her direct involvement, mostly because he did not wish to see her in the heat of battle.

She might not have experience with real battle or war but she was not one to sit behind tall walls while her men died for her name. She was a leader and a good one, who led by example. She would not be from the first to attack but she was not going to sit back either.

Her mind was of importance, her strategies the keys to win the upcoming battles but her body was also trained to defend and kill if she had to. She had taken the life of men before, although in less brutal ways than the one of the sword; that did not mean she would not try that way as well if she had no choice.

She was deep in thought when someone pushed the flaps of her tent and stood by the entrance. Sensing his presence, Visenya turned slowly to greet the man; her body only halfway facing him.

"Forgive me, Princess" the soldier and her first in command, Ser Lorne said. "The scouts have met with a group, carrying the Lannister banners Their leader claims to be Tygett Targaryen and wishes to speak with you"

Visenya quickly repeated the name a few times in her head. She had been made aware of all of the main family Lannister children over 2 years while she worked alongside Tywin but from the shadows.

"Bring him, then" she ordered and the man bowed his head before leaving the tent.

Visenya returned to face the map, her back straight as her black armour reflected the light of the lanterns in her tent. Her right hand rested on the handle of her sword, a single red ruby at the base of the pommel.

Dragon's Heart was one of the three Valyrian swords passing down from Targaryen to Targaryen. This specific one was first wielded by her ancestor, Naelys Targaryen and then passed on to her children and so on.

Her grandfather, Aegon V, had promised young Visenya that one day she would handle that sword and so she did. The loyal blade was slightly lighter than the other two swords and with a smaller handle since almost all of its owners had been women or younger men.

She rubbed the pommel faintly, something she did when she was thinking but her moment was interrupted by the sound of steps. The flaps of her tent were pushed open and someone took a few steps inside.

"A woman leading a small army, now I have seen everything" a young man's voice was heard, earning her full attention.

She turned slowly to face him, her black cloak having the red sigil of her house at the back; while two pins representing the same symbol were holding it stable on her shoulders. Her hair had been kept in a ponytail that fell on her back but strands had long escaped their capture.

"Ser Tygett Lannister, younger brother of Lord Tywin Lannister" she greeted him, quickly studying him.

He was a young man, most likely of her age with long golden hair, the same shade as Tywin and the Lannister green eyes. His face, while young, did carry a few noticeable scars from previous battles.

"I see my brother has already informed you of me," he said, his face twisting at the mere mention of his perfect older brother, whose shadow was still cast upon his brothers.

Visenya did not seem to mind that much about the family drama in the Lion Family, for she had more important things to focus on. With hands behind her back, she kept her back straight and her head tall; like a true general or a queen.

"He has mentioned you but this is not of importance. Why aren't you in Casterly Rock?" she asked, choosing not to beat around the bush.

"Straight to the point I see" he commented. "I had taken a group of men to Lannisport, to check on those disturbances when we got attacked. We retreated but before we could arrive in Casterly Rock, it was already under siege" he explained.

"How many men?"

"Started with 80, we are left with 63 so far"

A small number, won't truly make a numerical difference but it might be the edge we need in battle, she thought, her mind forming new battle formations to accommodate his men.

"Then our goal is common. A plan has been formed on how to handle this trouble, your presence and men are more than welcome" she said and motioned with her head towards the map spread on the table.

Tygett had grown up with an older sister, Genna, and he had been used to being ordered around by her. However, she was sister and Visenya was no one but a stranger from King's Landing; a princess trying to play it general.

It was ridiculously amusing in his mind but he knew there was not much he could do. His men would not listen to him and he would never hear the end of it if he failed to help his precious brother, who got himself locked up in his precious castle.

Without another word, he walked deeper into the tent and then around the table, his green eyes falling on the map. Silently, he started to listen to her plan and the more she explained; the more he realised he had little to offer.

One would say that he heard his brother, and could even imagine him standing at her place instead. There was this similarity between the two and it made his blood boil, but alas could not say or do much to outstand them; the Gods did not bless him the same thing they blessed them.