Going to respond to some questions.
Laecia: I am still deciding if I want to bring Lady Stoneheart into the story, and I've been brainstorming multiple ideas on how to do it. If you have any suggestions, let me know, as I am always open to ideas.
01Katie: It wasn't for Jon Snow, if that's what you are thinking. If you remember back in Season 5 or 6, Daenerys's dragon, Drogon, also took off away from her, to try and get independence. Visenya's dragon did the same thing, as he wanted to get independence, and grow more, to potentially be larger than Sunspear. Don't worry, he will come back at some point in the story. But not yet.
Shortly before she went to bed, Visenya grabbed the letter that Jon sent her, and went into her study, to try and analyze it better. She entered her study in a non-traditional manner, as she decided to enter it by going pass the skull of Meraxes.
Almost as soon as she entered her study, she saw Myrcella browsing the various books and scrolls she had in awe, actions that reminded Visenya of herself when she was her age, browsing the library in Winterfell.
"Do you like it?" Visenya asked warmly, making the girl jump slightly before turning around.
"Prin-...Visenya...I know I shouldn't have been in here. I am so sorry, I-" Myrcella began.
Visenya smiled as she walked toward her. "Don't worry, I use to do the same when I was your age. I took a fond liking to reading."
"As did I." She explained glancing towards the books. "I learned to love them while I was in Dorne. Prince Doran showed me his personal library...but this rivals it, if not succeeds it beyond my expectations."
Visenya nodded. "It holds Targaryen history that dates back to the time our house was in Old Valyria. But the scrolls and texts on Westerosi history dates back to the time of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men."
"It's incredible." Myrcella said in disbelief. "I could spend hours in here."
"As could I...and I have." Visenya explained.
"What is your favorite thing you've read?"
Visenya thought for a moment, before a small smile broke onto her face, as she walked over to one of the books on the wall, grabbed it and placed it on her desk.
"Se lilagon zaldrīzoti." She spoke before switching to the common tounge. "The Dance of Dragons. It is the story of the fight for the throne between Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and her half-brother King Aegon, but that is not the part of the story that I find more important."
"Which part do you love?" Myrcella asked.
Visenya immediately turned various pages until she landed on the picture of a woman with silver hair, laying on various spikes.
"Queen Helaena Targaryen, the wife of her brother Aegon, is the character I find the most similarities to myself." She explained, gently running her fingers over the picture. "She was a quiet girl, and the only thing that she found love with was riding her dragon, Dreamfyre. It is said that she was able to have dragon dreams...a trait few Targaryen's possess. It said that she fell victim to madness and flung herself from Maegor's Holdfast, after the death of her brother and her son.."
"Was she a good queen?"
Visenya sighed. "History tells us that she was...though she was very quiet during her years as queen. It shows that she was an isolated person, and never didn't like being near people, but at the same time she was gentle and kind...not for any type of battles.I always found myself relating to her, especially as a child. I always isolated myself...always fearful for what the next day would bring...if that day would be my last."
"I am sorry my father tried to kill you." The girl began.
Visenya gave her a small sympathetic smile, before cupping the girl's cheek in her hand.
"You have done nothing wrong, my dear girl." Visenya began warmly. "If anything...you are the complete opposite to your family...and for that I am eternally grateful. You remind me of Queen Helaena, as you didn't want anything to do with violence or politics...you remind me of myself actually."
Myrcella smiled. "Coming here...I was extremely fearful...but for some reason...I feel happier. Happier than I felt in King's Landing."
Visenya smiled, removing her hand from the girl's cheek. "I want you to be comfortable here...and if it makes you feel better...if you ever need to get away from the chaos...fill free to spend your time in here. I've certainly done it...your uncle usually comes in here late at night, begging for me to go to sleep."
The girl let out a small laugh before nodding. "Thank you."
Visenya nodded. "Of course, and please, let me know if you need anything."
Myrcella nodded, as she watched the older woman walk out of the study, feeling more comfortable than she has ever been since arriving on the island.
Sometime Later
"Going to The Wall is a death sentence." Jaime explained as he paced back and forth in their chambers. Visenya, who was exhausted from the events of the day, laid in their bed, watching him pace with annoyance.
"It wouldn't be a death sentence." She sighed, trying to plead with him for what seemed like the hundredth time. "Jon wouldn't harm me."
"But what if it's not Jon?" He began, stopping in his tracks to turn and look at her. "What if it's someone else, who want's to harm you? What if it's Roose Bolton? What if it's Stannis? What if it's Roose's insane bastard son?"
She fell silent, in deep thought at the words that came out of his mouth...wondering if it was true. It could be an ambush. It could be a trap...but it could also be Jon, desperately needing her help.
"I won't loose you, Visenya." He continued. "If you die...I will kill every single person in this world to avenge you."
She sighed. "I know. And you know, I would burn down all of Westeros to avenge you if anything happened."
Silence fell over them, both in deep thought of what the other would do, if the other were to die in this very moment.
"Jon wouldn't use the wording he did in that letter." She explained, sitting up and leaning her back against the headboard. "But it was in his handwriting. Perhaps he's become wiser, spending time defending the wall."
Jaime let out a sigh, before sitting at the small table near their bed.
"Perhaps." He mused." He asked. "Why are you so concerned about Jon? I know you consider him to be your brother but..."
"He's my nephew." She blurted out.
"What do you mean?"
She let out a small sigh. "When Ashara Dayne gave me Dawn...she told me the real reason why Lyanna Stark died...she died giving birth to Rhagar's son."
"So he fathered a bastard?" Jaime asked in confusion.
She shook her head. "No. He was legitimate. In Dorne, he annulled his marriage to Elia, so he could marry Lyanna...as they loved each other...and they had a son. When Ned found Lyanna...she told him to take care of her son, Aegon, and hide him from Robert...Ned took the child to Winterfell, and told Catelyn that it was his bastard son."
"Jon Snow...is a Targaryen?" He said in disbelief. "That would make him..."
"The legitimate heir to the Iron Throne...and potentially Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. He has a better claim to ruling Westeros than Daenerys or I will ever have." She explained. "Now you understand why I need to help Jon...he's family...he's my blood."
He sighed, knowing she wouldn't let up, nor ignore the fact that no matter what he would say, her impulsiveness would automatically lead her to doing the opposite.
"If you do not return in one week, Bronn and I will ride North." He began. "I will maintain Dragonstone in your absence."
She smiled. "Deal."
As soon as dawn broke, Visenya mounted Sunspear with the intention to fly North. Before leaving, she left everyone with instructions on what to do if she did not return within the week. Jaime, Bronn, and Mira would ride North, while Edmure would gather his bannermen, in case the matter would worsen. Tristane, being the kind boy he was, offered to send a letter to his father in Dorne, knowing how greatly all of Dorne liked Visenya, and while Visenya was grateful for the offer, she did not want to involve another kingdom in this mess.
Hours had passed, as she flew over Westeros, and eventually, she knew that she had entered the North as she saw patches of white across the ground, and the air had become colder. She knew Sunspear wouldn't like the North, based upon her personality, but hopefully, both Jon and Sansa were still alive...and safe.
That's all she cared about.
Landing Sunspear just outside the gates of Castle Black, Visenya had about a half a mile to walk before she arrived to the wooden gates. She was grateful she was wearing her red overcoat, as it was extremely warm, which she was glad about, considering it was snowing.
Just as she approached the gates, she was blocked by two guards.
"What're you here for?" One of the guards asked.
"I'm here to see Jon Snow." Visenya stated, still keeping her hood up.
"The Lord Commander has no time to deal with your nonsense...run along." The other answered.
Angered, Visenya took her hood off, and unsheathed Dawn, ready tof fight her way in if she had to. "You will open the gates, and tell your Lord Commander that Visenya Targaryen wishes to speak to him. NOW!"
The guards immediately opened the gates allowing for her to walk into the courtyard. She quickly sheathed Dawn, before she walked into the courtyard. Once inside the walls of Castle Black, she looked around the courtyard trying to see if she could see Sansa or Jon, but it wasn't until she turned back around to face the balcony, when she laid her eyes on Jon and Sansa.
Both alive.
Both healthy.
Both well.
Sansa immediately started to descend the stairs, and once her foot touched the last step, she bolted towards Visenya, tears flooding her eyes. Visenya pulled the girl into a hug, and held her close...not wanting to let go of her. She was so focused on her embrace with Sansa that she didn't even see Jon descend the steps. Once Sansa let go of her hug with Visenya, Visenya turned to Jon who looked over her in disbelief.
Her fellow outsider.
Her nephew.
Her closest friend.
Just like what occurred with Sansa, Jon pulled Visenya into a hug, and Visenya almost collapsed in his arms in shock. She thought he was dead. Everyone thought she was dead. She was grateful that he was alive and well.
She was grateful they both were.
Once they pulled out of the hug, they looked over each other.
"How'd you get two dragons?" He asked in disbelief.
"How'd you survive a dagger to the heart?" She countered.
He shrugged. "I didn't."
Laughter then erupted from the two of them and Sansa smiled over the exchange, happy that two of her siblings were alright.
"There is someone you should meet." Jon began, as he started to guide Visenya inside the castle.
"Who?" She asked.
"Maester Aemon."
Her eyes widened as she stopped in his tracks, with the realization of the words that had came out of Jon's mouth. Her great-uncle was alive. She was in shock.
She'd finally get to meet someone like her.
Another Targaryen.
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