3 Days Later
Visenya groaned in annoyance as Mira put the finishing touches on her hair. It was finally the day of Joffrey and Margaery's wedding, and while Visenya wished she was stuck in the Dragon Pit all day, she had an obligation to attend the stupid wedding to begin with.
Once Mira was finished with her hair, which was placed into an intricate braid before pinning it up into a tight bun, Mira walked over to the wardrobe and pulled the long blue dress she was to wear for the wedding.
Visenya shook her head. "No."
Mira frowned. "Do you not like it Princess? It is very beautiful."
Visenya nodded. "Yes, but...it's not right. Not for today. I want to wear the black one."
"It is a mourning color." Mira explained pulling the black gown out. "The back is completely open...quite scandalous."
Visenya smirked. "Exactly."
Mira smiled, knowing Visenya's thoughts, and understanding her vision. Even at the wedding, she was fully prepared to not show her support. She was ready to stand her ground, and not care what anyone would think...and Mira admired that greatly.
The dress that Mira pulled was quite scandalous, for a wedding, just because her back was out. The dress itself was simple, as it wasn't heavily beaded, except for silver beads her and there, lining the high neckline. It had long sleeves, that had some silver designs going down them, and the back was completely open, with some beads surrounding the opening of the back. It was a beautiful gown, but again, slightly scandalous for a wedding.
But Visenya didn't care.
Eventually, once Visenya was ready, she and Mira both headed toward the Sept, in their own carriage, per the Queen's request.
"The Queen want's you to stand in the back." Mira began with a sad sigh.
"I will stand wherever I please." Visenya retorted as she felt the carriage come to a halt. Once the doors were open, Visenya stepped out and looked around, noticing some of the small folk crowding around the Sept, trying to get a glimpse of the Highborn citizens coming to the Royal Wedding.
"Princess Visenya!" Some members of the crowd shouted.
"The Queen of Dragons!" Others shouted. "Long Live The Queen of Dragons!"
"The Angel of the North!"
"Long Live Princess Visenya!"
Visenya with eyes wide in shock, carefully turned her head as she walked into the Sept, making eye contact with some of the small folk. She didn't smile, or go to greet them, as she didn't know what to think. She didn't think people knew who she was, and was surprised that people liked her. Just seeing the site of the small folk made a chill run down her spine.
It wasn't that she didn't trust them, she didn't know what to think of them.
Once inside the Sept, Visenya stood next to Sansa and Tyrion, with Mira on her other side.
"I thought my sister told you to stand in the back." Tyrion began with a small smile.
Visenya rolled her eyes. "I stand wherever I please."
Tyrion let out a small laugh as Sansa smiled at her.
"You're wearing the dress I made you." She said quietly. "Though it wasn't meant to be worn for a wedding."
Visenya shrugged. "I thought it was the perfect time, right Mira?"
"I couldn't agree more, Princess." Mira smiled.
Sansa shook her head as the rest of the royal family, along with the Tyrells walked in. Visenya watched as Margaery was escorted down the aisle by her father, Mace, before being handed off to Joffrey. After he placed the cloak on her shoulders, the High Septon declared the two were married, and Joffrey kissed Margaery to seal their union. The crowd applauded as the two looked on at them.
"We have a new queen." Sansa mused to Tyrion and Visenya.
"Better her than you." They both replied.
The wedding reception immediately took place after the ceremony. Joffrey was not shy at flaunting the expenses of the crown, as he hired musicians, jugglers, contortionists, stilt-walkers, and fire-breathers entertained the guests. The tables were filled with the noble Lords and Ladies from all over the Seven Kingdoms, dining on the finest food, and drinking the finest wine.
All while the people outside the walls of the Red Keep starved to death.
After ensuring that Tyrion was near Sansa, and they were both sitting, Visneya decided to stay in the shadows of the reception, even though she would be sitting next to Sansa once the feast began. As she looked around the guests of the reception, her eyes immediately widened in shock upon seeing an individual she hadn't seen since she was a child.
Someone she knew all too well.
She carefully walked over to the man, with a small smile on her face.
"Prince Oberyn." She began warmly. "It is so wonderful to see you again."
Oberyn Martell turned around and looked at the girl in confusion. His paramour, Ellaria Sand, looked confused as well.
"Thank you." He said with a nod, before frowning in confusion. "Have I met you before?"
Visenya sighed. "You did...a long time ago. Your sister, Elia, was like a mother to me. She took care of me when my mother couldn't, and I wish I could've come to Dorne myself to honor her memory. For her sake, and for Rhaenys's and Aegon's."
Oberyn's eyes widened in shock before smiling.
"Princess Visenya." He said warmly, before pulling the girl into a hug. "I thought you were gone with the rest of them. Where have you been?"
"The North." She explained. "Lord Stark brought me there, he unfortunately got there after..."
"I know." Oberyn began. "My sister loved you like another daughter of hers. She was so fond of you. She wanted to name her next child after you, with how much she cared about you."
Visenya smiled. "She was a remarkable woman. So kind and generous...she made me appreciate the small folk and realize the good they do for the nobles."
He nodded with a smile. "Right you are, my dear Princess."
He then gestured to Ellaria. "May I present, Ellaria Sand."
Ellaria smiled and nodded to Visenya. "A pleasure to meet you, Princess. The small folk are correct, you are an exact replica of your mother."
"I tend to get that more than normal these days." Visenya sighed before smiling. "But I thank you for your kindness. Though these days, most of the small folk tend to continue to call me obscure names."
"The Queen of Dragons is no obscure name." Oberyn began placing a hand on her shoulder. "If anything, you should be honored. Your father and brothers wish they had a title like that...I was fond of your mother, she was a lovely person."
She gave him a sad smile. "She was, but as I said, your sister was more my mother than my own mother was. I named one of my dragons after her."
Both of their eyes widened.
"You did?" Oberyn asked.
She nodded. "I named her Sunspear, after the place Elia loved so much."
She saw tears well up in Oberyn's eyes before he pulled her in for another hug.
"Thank you." He whispered.
Visenya gave him a nod as they pulled away.
"You must come visit Dorne." Ellaria began taking Visenya's hands in hers. "You'd love Sunspear...the Capital."
"The last time a Targaryen brought their dragon to Dorne, they were shot out of the sky." Visenya began with a smile, making them all laugh. "But I would be honored to visit the place my good-sister loved so much."
Both Dornish nodded to her with admiration before continuing to roam about the reception, similar to what Visneya was doing. After Margaery made an announcement that the leftovers from the feast were to be given to the small folk of King's Landing (which made Visenya very happy), she still hadn't sat down beside Sansa yet. She wanted to stand for as long as she could before she had to sit.
She envied Mira, who was with the rest of Margaery's handmaidens, not allowed to attend the feast, due to a reason she wouldn't disclose.
Probably because Cersei hated both Margaery and Visenya so much.
Visenya began to pick at her cuticles as she on looked Oberyn and Ellaria speaking to Tywin and Cersei, worried for what the former Queen Regent and current Lord Hand were saying to the only connection she had with her former sister-by-law.
"Nervous?" Jaime asked as he walked up to her, before standing to her right. "You're picking at your cuticles again. You do that when you are nervous."
"I am worried about Prince Oberyn." She said quietly, not taking her eyes off the Prince of Dorne. "He is practically family, and I worry for him in a place like this."
"He will be fine." He sighed. "I can assure you that."
She shook her head as silence fell over the two of them as they continued to look over the scene.
"You look beautiful, by the way." Jaime began breaking the silence, making her glance at him.
"Thank you." She said with a small smile. "Sansa made it."
"Quite the talent." He said with a nod before smirking. "Quite the color and design for a wedding."
She smirked as she turned to face him. "I was supposed to wear a blue gown...but I decided this suited me better."
"Mourning something?" He questioned.
"My mental sanity." She laughed.
"This is more you." He explained gesturing to the gown. "When I arrived at the Sept, all I heard was talk from the small folk about your gown."
"Really?" She asked. "They probably were saying how scandalous it is to attend a wedding with a gown with no back."
"No, they spoke about how you embodied 'The Queen of Dragons' persona." He sighed.
She rolled her eyes in amusement. "Stupid thing for them to do."
"Why?"
"Because it is like they are wishing a death sentence upon them from Joffrey." She explained. "I am not their queen."
"But they want you to be." He began briefly glancing at Brienne now speaking to Joffrey and Margaery. "Most of King's Landing wants you to be queen...and neither Joffrey nor Cersei want that to happen."
"And neither do you?" She challenged.
He shook his head. "At one point I did...but now...seeing as how different you are from Aerys, I think otherwise."
She sighed. "I don't want to be queen. I don't want to be any queen."
Just as she turned to walk away, he gently grabbed her wrist to keep hold of her. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Cersei.
"Senya, they want you to be queen. The entirety of King's Landing knows it." He explained. "You have a better claim to the throne than anyone here."
She shook her head. "And sooner or later, Joffrey will demand for me to be killed or beheaded, at his mother's request, and then the entirety of King's Landing will still be under Lannister rule. No matter how much you think I will be a good queen, I will never be one, Jaime. No matter how much the people want it, or how much you want me to be one."
With those words, Visenya walked away and took a seat in her chair next to Sansa, just as Joffrey began to tap his goblet.
"Everyone silence!" He ordered. "lear the floor. There's been too much amusement here today. A royal wedding is not an amusement. A royal wedding is history. The time has come for all of us to contemplate our history. My lords... my ladies..."
A lever was pulled and a giant lion's head opened, allowing for a red carpet to roll out of the mouth. Visenya frowned in confusion, narrowing her eyes as she knew something was about to happen.
"I give you. King Joffrey... Renly, Stannis, Robb Stark, Balon Greyjoy. The War of the Five Kings!" Joffrey exclaimed.
Visenya's eyes widened in shock as she watched five dwarves run out of the lion's mouth, each dressed as one of the five kings. As they ran about the reception, they did so in comedic glee, making Joffrey and Cersei laugh in amusement, along with most of the guests. Sansa, Tyrion, Margaery, and Visenya all looked mortified watching the spectacle occur. Visenya grabbed Sansa's left hand and interlaced it with her right, while Tyrion grabbed Sansa's right hand, and interlaced it with his left, both trying to calm down the girl.
As soon as the dwarf playing Joffrey knocked over the wolf helmet that the dwarf playing Robb had one, VIsenya felt a hand on her left shoulder. She glanced up to see Jaime standing behind her, looking just as much appalled as most of the people sitting with the royal family. Just as the Joffrey dwarf claimed victory, he feigned sodomizing the Robb dwarf's head making Sansa sit motionless, and Visenya's anger begin to rise.
Joffrey spit out his wine in amusement, before standing as the crowd applauds, as the dwarves bowed.
"Well fought. Well fought. Here you are. Champion's purse." Joffrey began, throwing a bag of gold towards the dwarf. "Though you're not the champion yet, are you? A true champion defeats all the challengers. Surely there are others out there who still dare to challenge my reign. Uncle. How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume."
The crowd let out a laugh as Tyrion stood up.
"One taste of combat was enough for me, Your Grace. I would like to keep what remains of my face. I think you should fight him." Tyrion challenged making Joffrey's eyes widen. "This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery on the field of battle. I speak as a firsthand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new Valyrian sword and show everyone how a true king wins his throne. Be careful, though. This one is clearly mad with lust. It would be a tragedy for the king to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night."
The crowd fell silent, and Visenya smirked as she watched Joffrey become filled with anger, as Tyrion sat back down. Joffrey immediately grabbed his goblet, walked over to Tyrion, and poured it over his head, making Visenya's eyes narrow.
"A fine vintage." Visenya began with annoyance. "Shame that it spilled."
"It did not spill." Joffrey snapped at her, and was about to challenge her until a voice of reason...for him at least...called him.
"My love, come back to me." Margaery called. "It's time for my father's toast."
"Well, how does he expect me to toast without wine?" Joffrey began as he walked over to her with annoyance before turning back to Tyrion. "Uncle, you can be my cup-bearer seeing as you're too cowardly to fight."
"Your Grace does me a great honor." Tyrion began as he walked over to Joffrey.
"It's not meant as an honor." Joffrey miffed before purposely dropping his goblet, and kicking it away, making it difficult for Tyrion to get it.
"Bring me my goblet." Joffrey ordered.
As Tyrion kneeled down to get the goblet, Sansa, who picked up the goblet as it was by her feet, handed it to Tyrion, making Visenya smile. Even in bad times, Sansa was still kind. Tyrion accepted the goblet with a nod, before bringing it back to Joffrey.
"What good is an empty cup?" Joffrey asked. "Fill it."
Tyrion then poured the wine that was sitting in front of Cersei into the goblet, before handing it to him.
"Kneel." He demanded. "Kneel before your king."
Visenya smirked as Tyrion did not budge.
"Kneel." Joffrey continued. "I said... kneel!"
"Look, the pie!" Margaery began standing up with excitement.
The crowd applauds, and the attention turns to the giant pie carried in by four men. Joffrey smiled as his attention was now all on Margaery. He walked forward, and hews the pie with his sword. To his surprise, doves are released from the pie. Looking triumphant watching the doves escape. The crowd applauded, and the pie was then served.
"Can we leave now?" Sansa asked Tyrion.
"Let's find out." He began as they both stood up from their seats, as Margaery and Joffrey began to feed each other the pie.
Visenya however remained seated, as she had to sit through the entire thing at the request of Cersei. Once Sansa was up from her chair, Jaime immediately sat down in her seat, trying to not let Visenya's anger get the best of her.
"Uncle." Joffrey called. "Where are you going? You're my cup-bearer, remember?"
"I thought I might change out of these wet clothes, Your Grace." Tyrion began.
Joffrey shook his head. "No, no, no. No, you're perfect the way you are. Serve me my wine."
Tyrion glanced to Sansa who shrugged in confusion. Sansa then glanced to Visenya and Jaime who both shook their heads. They were just as confused.
"Well, hurry up. This pie is dry." Joffrey began.
Tyrion, now angered by his nephew, brought the goblet over, allowing for Joffrey to drink from it.
"Mm, good." He mused. "Needs washing down."
"If it please Your Grace, Lady Sansa is very tired." Tyrion began.
"No." Joffrey began before coughing. "No, you'll wait here... un..."
Joffrey then grabbed at his own throat as he continued to cough making everyone frown. Visenya's eyes narrowed in confusion.
"He's choking!" Margaery began.
"Help the poor boy!" Olenna exclaimed making Visenya's head snap toward Olenna.
As Jaime got up to help Joffrey, along with Cersei, Visenya cautiously walked toward Olenna and sat down in the empty chair next to her.
"How did you do it?" She asked.
"My dear, how did we do it?" Olenna asked with a small smile before gesturing to the scene. "The show is about to begin."
Visenya let out a sigh before she stood up, playing along with the scene. "Idiots, help your king!"
More Kingsguard continued to try and help Joffrey, but it wasn't working. Tyrion and Margaery watched in horror, as Cersei continued to shrug off the help from the maesters present. Joffrey continued to gurgle and choke, with his face turning purple, and eyes glazed, vomit lining his cheeks as he spasmed.
Visenya and Olenna glanced at each other with pride. Their plan worked.
Blood continued to stream out of his nose, as he convulses in pain. Cersei cried as she watched him, unsure of how to help him. His hand reaches out for Tyrion, who in that moment picked up the goblet form the ground inspecting it. Joffrey gasped a final time, as blood streamed from his nose, his face a horrid shade of purple, and with that he stopped.
He was dead.
Visenya felt a small smirk come to her face.
A false king dead.
"My son." Cersei gasped before turning to Tyrion. "He did this. He poisoned my son, your king. Take him. Take him! Take him! Take him!
Two guards grabbed Tyrion and began to take him away.
"Where is his wife? Where's Sansa?" Cersei asked in anger.
"Find her." Tywin began. "Bar the gates of the city. Seize every ship in the harbor."
"Where is she?!" Cersei screamed with anger/
"No one leaves the capital! No one!" Tywin ordered.
Cersei then turned toward Visenya, who was looking on with wide eyes.
"She's just as much at fault!" Cersei demanded. "To free Sansa! Take her away!"
Visenya stepped back in shock, as Olenna frowned in confusion. Neither knew how to respond. In response to Cersei's command, more Kingsguard came to arrest her, but just as they were about to reach her, Brienne and Jaime drew their swords, willing to kill anyone who'd harm The Queen of Dragons.
A/N:
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