2 Weeks Later

Visenya groaned in annoyance as she leaned against the balcony that overlooked the Iron Throne. Joffrey was in the middle of holding court, listening to the people of King's Landing, and Visenya was annoyed by the entire situation. Not only was Joffrey a bad king, but the people of King's Landing suffered for it. He lacked wisdom, lacked compassion, and was almost as bad as her father...but at least when her mother was around him, he made sure those in King's Landing were fed.

She began to anxiously play with the end of her braid, as he rolled his eyes at the people, while Tywin tried to make his pleas seem more reasonable to the small folk.

"Are you displeased with His Grace's abilities of speaking to the common folk?" Olenna asked as she walked up alongside her.

"Is it that obvious?" Visenya sighed, still not taking her eyes off the scene below them.

"Mm." Olenna mused. "Some tend to overlook it though, due to your beauty. Other's agree, with such thoughts."

"Like yourself?" Visenya asked, turning her head to meet her gaze.

Olenna smiled. "Perhaps. Though based upon the gazes of the common folk, I do believe you have like-minded thoughts...I spoke with Baelish."

She frowned in response. "I thought you didn't trust him?"

"I don't. But that doesn't mean we can't play the game, using him for our own personal game. He informed me of something called, The Strangler...and based upon his information on it...it is the one you mentioned." She explained.

Visenya quickly glanced to the crowd before turning back to Olenna. "Are you sure it'll work?"

"My dear, leave it to me, to figure out how to complete it." She smiled, placing a hand on her cheek. "You have already done enough. Is Mira working well for you?"

"Yes she is." Visenya explained. "Thank you again. I couldn't have asked for a more attentive and wonderful handmaiden."

Because Visenya aided Olenna in figuring out what poison to use to kill Joffrey, Olenna in return provided Visenya with a handmaiden from Highgarden named Mira. Mira was now always with Visenya, and treated her with the utmost respect, as Olenna instructed her to, as she believed Visenya had been through too much, and deserved someone to confide in.

"Of course my dear." Olenna replied turning to her granddaughter who was now walking toward the two of them.

"There you are Grandmother!" Margeary began, before nodding her head toward Visenya. "Princess Visenya."

Visenya gave a small smile and nod. "Lady Margeary."

"I am sorry to interrupt, but we need to assess the jewelry selections for the wedding." Margeary explained addressing Olenna before turning to Visenya. "You are more than welcome to join us, Princess."

Visenya shook her head. "Thank you for your consideration, My Lady, but I have more pressing matters to attend to."

Margeary smiled and nodded. "Of course, good day, Princess."

Visenya nodded them off before turning back, watching court continue. Sansa was standing towards the back of the room, near Brienne, as she was instructed to, by the Queen. Visenya however, being one of the last Targaryens left, wasn't allowed near the Iron Throne, as Cersei did not want her 'to take a chance at harming the King', which almost everyone (except Joffrey) immediately debunked.

Visenya sighed in annoyance as she continued to watch Joffrey listen to the common folk, before turning to Tywin, where the two would have a quiet debate, immediately ending with Tywin's decisions. In Visenya's mind, Tywin would make a far better King than Joffrey...actually, anyone would make a better ruler than Joffrey.

"Is this where the rejects and outcasts sit?" Jaime asked as he walked up to Visenya.

She rolled her eyes. "I prefer being up here than standing close to the chaos down there."

He let out a small laugh and shake of his head as he leaned against the balcony.

"Seriously." He began. "Why are you up here, and Sansa is down there."

Visenya sighed, without taking her eyes off the situation below. "Your sister, demanded that I was to be placed up here, so I would not attempt to murder your son."

"He's not my son." He immediately replied.

She turned her head to meet his gaze. "Did you not help create him?"

"I did, but-"

"Then he is your son." She replied turning her head back to the crowd.

He sighed. "I do not consider him to be my son. He is Cersei's son. He is Robert's son. If he was my son, he'd channel his anger and not become such a..."

"Sadist?" Visenya mused before meeting his gaze.

"I was going to say a poor King." He replied.

Her gaze fell onto the new golden hand he had. "How's your hand?"

He shrugged. "Still getting use to it. I've been training my left hand...though based upon how I'm doing, I don't think I'll ever be as good as I once was."

"I'm sure that's not true." She sighed. "Why're you up here, and not down there protecting Joffrey? Aren't you Lord Commander of the Kingsguard?"

"He prefers Ser Meryn, over myself. He believes that a 40-year-old knight with only one hand is a poor protector." He mused. "He must think you'll burn him."

"Your brother told me that he's asked your father to take him to see the dragons." She began. "He's asked to have them burn me alive...he said something along the lines of 'I'm a false queen, and he should feed me to my own dragons, or suffer a similar death like Rhaenyra Targaryen.'"

"You know I'd never let that happen." He began. "I'd never let anyone in my family bring harm to you or Sansa."

She shook her head. "I'm not afraid to die. I am more concerned about the people of King's Landing...they are suffering under his rule...and I'd rather die helping the people, than be a coward and watch them suffer."

She then started walking down the corridor, in the direction of her chambers, leaving Jaime to ponder the words she just stated. The entirety of King's Landing knew Joffrey wasn't fit to rule, but none of them would admit it. Visenya would admit it till the day she died. And if she died by her own dragons being used against her...she wouldn't care. She'd rather die a dragon rider's death than not being one.

About an hour later, Visenya now changed into emerald and black riding attire, walked swiftly down the halls of the Red Keep with her new handmaiden, Mira, following closely behind her, as they were heading to see the dragons. Just as they were crossing the throne room, a voice called her.

"Lady Visenya."

She stopped in her tracks and turned her head to see Joffrey still sitting the Iron Throne, with Tywin by his side. Visenya ushered Mira to head to the courtyard, as she knew this was not going to be good, in any way.

Visenya turned around and began to slowly walk towards the Iron Throne.

"You called for me, Your Grace?" She asked calmly, knowing her calmness ticked him and Cersei off.

"Yes." He began, wickedness already in his eyes. "Where are you off too?"

"To see my dragons, Your Grace." She began, making eye contact with him the entire time, showing him she would not back down. "You do not wish for them to go hungry do you?"

"If they are hungry, then you should be responsible for it." He sneered. "Feed them yourself...or perhaps, since you like to cause so much trouble, I should feed them you."

"And why would you do that?" She asked innocently. "I have done nothing to harm you, since I've returned to King's Landing. I returned your Uncle. That should be in your favor."

"Yes...a one handed version of him." Joffrey sneered. "You destroyed the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. He can't even protect the King, because of you!"

"He has another hand doesn't he?" She asked. "Surely one hand is better than none?"

He leaned forward. "Are you questioning your king?"

Visenya shrugged. "And if I was, what would you do? I haven't done any crimes? What would you do? Whip me through the streets? Have me hung for speaking my mind, when you clearly speak your mind every day? The citizens of the relm already view you as a weak and useless King, and they say that you remind them of a person with similar behavior...but...I-I...I can't seem to recall that person's name."

The boy's head was turning red with anger, and Visenya was loving every minute of it. Reverse manipulating him was probably her favorite past time now.

"You should be hung for your comments!" Joffrey shouted in anger.

"As you command King Aerys." Visenya taunted with a smirk before gesturing to the door. "Shall I go fetch the wildfire now?"

"You dare compare me to The Mad King?" He screamed standing up, making Tywin frown slightly at Visenya, but knew where her mind was at.

He remembered the conversation that occurred after she had left his study, between himself and Jaime. Jaime remarked how he admired her. How intelligent she was. How impulsive and hot-headed she could be...but knew how to use it to her advantage. How she was acting toward Joffrey was a perfect example of it.

She was smart.

Too smart.

"How dare you compare me to your murderous father!" Joffrey shouted, as Tywin placed a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down.

Visenya glared at the boy before taking a step forward, standing her ground.

"Aerys is no father of mine." She sneered before turning around and walking out of the throne room, smiling as Joffrey demanded her head, while Tywin told him it wasn't necessary.

Once she was out in the courtyard, she saw Mira holding both horses, and once the both of them were mounted, Visenya turned her head to Mira as they walked out of the courtyard, each on their own horse. Visenya also had her bow and quiver full of arrows around her as well.

"We're not going to the dragons." She explained.

"Won't they be hungry?" Mira asked. "Surely they'd want to see you?"

She nodded. "They do, but we will go later. Right now, we are going to get wine, and then ride to the edge of the city."

"Why?" She frowned in confusion.

"Because I want to get far away from this fucking castle, so the little monster calms down." She explained before urging the horse into a gallop.

They did as Visenya said, and were eventually sitting on a stone platform that overlooked Blackwater Bay, far away from the rest of the city, drinking wine, and telling each other about their childhoods.

"Was Winterfell nice?" Mira asked. "I've heard it's extraordinarily beautiful during the storms."

"It is." Visenya mused taking a swig of her wine bottle. "The first time I saw snow, I was...quite taken with it. I didn't know how to react to it."

"Do you miss it? Being in Winterfell?" She asked before drinking from her own bottle.

Visenya nodded. "Sometimes...though everyone I've known from there is probably gone."

"Probably." Mira sighed. "You have me now...and Sansa. And Lady Brienne...and Ser Jaime...who is quite taken with you."

Visenya rolled her eyes. "He's just trying to repay me for saving his life more than once."

"Quite romantic." Mira smiled making Visenya groan in annoyance as she stood up walking to the edge of the platform.

"I wonder how far Dragonstone is." She thought aloud.

"Have you ever been to Dragonstone?"

Visenya nodded. "As a child. My mother would take my brother and I there. Probably to get us away from our father. I remember being in the King's study, where books would line the walls and reach all the way to the ceiling. Centuries old texts...dating back to the time of Old Valyria. All of my family, the houses of Westeros, the houses of Old Valyria...everything you could imagine...all in one place. The Baratheon's probably burned them all by now."

"I'm sure that's not true." Mira began. "Surely they'd recognize the history."

Visenya shook her head. "Robert Baratheon ordered the destruction of all Targaryen imagery in King's Landing...he never did like my brother Rhaegar. Even after his death, Robert still loathed him...even after he killed him."

Just as Mira was about to reply, the two of them heard footsteps, making Visenya immediately load her bow and turn around ready to fire at who was interrupting them, if they were a threat.

It was Jaime and Bronn.

"Stand down, Princess." Bronn began making Visenya lower her bow.

"Well, if it isn't a stupid man, and a stupider man." Visenya smirked in amusement watching the two descend the stairs.

"Who's the stupider man?" Bronn mused before Visenya gestured to Jaime. "Fitting."

"How am I the stupider man?" He asked.

"You fucked your sister, and created the most annoying little prick known to man." She immediately replied drawing a laugh from Bronn and Mira.

"Quite ironic, coming from the daughter of the Mad King." Jaime smirked in amusement, as he knew Visenya was right. He was stupid in that matter.

"At least I admit my father was a horrible man." She explained picking up her bottle of wine. "I compared Joffrey to my father, and he snapped at me claiming to have my head. Your father intervened."

"I'm sure he did." Jaime replied trying to grab the bottle from her.

"Get your own bottle." She mused gesturing for Mira to follow her.

"Where are you two going?" Jaime asked as he watched Visenya climb the stairs.

She stopped and smirked at them. "To feed my dragons."

"They've been feed once today, Princess." Bronn replied pulling out his sword.

She shrugged, the smirk still present on her face. "I know. But I want to feed them myself at least one more time, before Joffrey burns me alive with Wildfire, and feeds me to them."

Jaime and Bronn looked at each other in shock before turning back to her, drawing laughter from the girl. She shook her head in amusement before ascending the stairs, with Mira closely following behind.

"You're right about her." Bronn sighed once she was out of sight. "She is firey."

Jaime nodded, a smile coming onto his face. "That she is."


A/N:

Shoutout to Ian12091995 for thinking of the standoff between Joffrey and Visenya.

As always, let me know if you have any questions or concerns, or if there if anything you'd want to see. And fill free to comment.