Visenya paced the floor of her chambers once she was returned to the Red Keep. After several members of the Kingsguard attempted to arrest her at the request of Cersei, Jaime and Brienne both intervened by drawing their swords, threatening to kill anyone who laid a finger on her. Brienne, who now vowed to protect Visenya, was standing guard outside her door, while Jaime was sitting at the small table in her room, watching the Princess pace back and forth.
"She's gone...I couldn't protect her." Visenya murmured as she paced.
"Senya." Jaime continued, as he had been calling her name for the past half hour, growing slightly bit annoyed watching the girl continue to pace.
"I failed Catelyn. I failed Robb. I failed Ned." She continued. "I failed them all."
"Senya."
"I promised to protect her...and I couldn't."
"Visenya."
She stopped as soon as he said her name, but it wasn't his voice that got her to pause, but more so her racing thoughts. She quickly turned around to face him.
"You haven't asked if I had any part in this?" She began.
"If you did, I wouldn't be angry with you." He admitted.
"He was your son." She sighed.
"He was Cersei's son. I never had a part in his life. Nor have I ever considered any of Cersei's children to be mine." He began. "Tell me the truth...I won't tell on you."
She sighed. "I mentioned a poison that is found in Essos to Olenna Tyrell...but I don't believe that she did it herself...she just wanted my information on poisons. I never mentioned to her anything about getting Sansa out of King's Landing. Both her and Margaery were fond of her, so I highly doubt they wanted her gone."
Jaime shook his head. "I don't believe she did it. Someone have had to have overheard you two."
She shrugged. "I'm unsure...in any case, I apologize for Tyrion being in jail."
He gave her a small smile. "Cersei has wanted to inprison him since he sent Myrcella to Dorne...it is not your fault."
"Whoever did this, framed your brother...not caring for the causality." She explained glancing to Maegor who was sitting by the door, standing guard if someone made it past Brienne. "And I tend on finding who took Sansa, and why."
That entire evening, Visenya lied awake, trying to decipher who took Sansa, but also planned Tyrion's capture. She ruled out Cersei, as she wouldn't murder her own son, but still kept her in the back of her mind, as she didn't know what to think of the Queen.
Early the next morning, a funeral took place for Joffrey. Visenya wore black, like the rest of those attending the funeral, and watched as the High Septon started prayers for the king who lied dead on the stone table.
Jaime stood next to Visenya, during the funeral, but all the while, she could feel the glare on her that was from someone across the room. Upon glancing up, she saw Cersei's angered face staring at her.
"Ziry sagon jurnegēre rȳ zȳhon tresy. (She should be looking at her son.)" Visenya murmured.
"Selagon. (Agreed.)" Jaime murmured making her head snap to look at him.
"Since when do you speak Valyrian?" She questioned in disbelief.
"Since my brother started tutoring me, before he was placed in the dungeon." He sighed.
She smiled before looking down to her feet. "Not bad. Decent pronunciation."
"I try." He smiled.
Once the prayers were said, and everyone paid their respects to the dead boy, people started to leave. As Visenya started walking out of the Sept, with Brienne and Mira by her side, Tywin stopped her before she could leave.
"My daughter wants you dead." Tywin began.
Visenya shrugged. "Since when hasn't she? She believes that I killed her son...something she will most likely believe till the end of time."
"Did you?"
"She may have hated that boy, but why would she kill him?" Jaime asked as he walked up to the three of them. "She wouldn't kill Joffrey, as she knows if she did, Sansa would be murdered herself."
"You spoke with Prince Oberyn at the feast." Tywin interjected, ignoring his son's comments.
"Yes, because I haven't seen him since I was a child." Visenya explained bitterly, with a small smile on her face. "Perhaps I did plan a murder with a man I haven't seen since I was a child, but you have to admit...that it doesn't sound logical."
Tywin clenched his jaw at the girl, but deep down, agreed with what she said. It was stupid to consider her the culprit. He gave her a nod, ushering her, his son, Mira, and Brienne away from him, as he tried to figure out who murdered the king.
Just as Visenya mounted her horse, and was about to follow the royal procession back to The Red Keep, she drifted off, and continued to be deep in her thoughts. She glanced around her, but that's when she realized the one person other than Sansa missing.
Littlefinger.
Visenya hadn't seen him in days...since the wedding feast to be exact. Based upon the times she interacted with the man, he was always fascinated with Catelyn, and she recalled of a story Catelyn told her of how he fought Ned's brother (whom she was betrothed to at the time), for her hand...Ned's brother easily winning.
Olenna must've worked with him.
But did she know that he would take Sansa.
But the next question, that flooded Visenya's mind was...where was Sansa?
Based upon the lapsed time, she could be well on her way to Essos by now. Or heading south towards Dorne. Or heading north towards the Eryie. Or heading west to Casterly Rock. There were millions of possibilities, as she didn't know Littlefinger well enough to understand how the man's mind works.
"Are you alright, Princess?" Mira asked noticing Visenya's thoughtful expression.
Visenya let out huff in frustration. "Yes."
The ride back to The Red Keep continued in silence, as Mira noticed Visenya's deep thought. As soon as she returned, she changed out of her mourning attire, putting on a crimson red dress with black accents, symbolizing her Targaryen roots. She felt like it was time she started wearing clothing that reflected her house, as she was one of the last Targaryen's in the world. She grabbed one of her books on poisons, and a few others including one about the Doom of Valyria, one about the second Blackfyre Rebellion, and one on the Conquest of Dorne.
She then convinced Brienne to accompany her out to the gardens, in the hopes of finding Olenna. When she arrived, Olenna was nowhere in sight. Instead of having a confrontation, she decided to read her books. She didn't know how long she sat out there until Brienne announced Jaime was walking toward them.
"What do you want?" Visenya asked not picking up her book.
"How long have you been here?" He asked.
"Since we returned from the Sept." Brienne answered.
"That was almost eight hours ago." He immediately responded making Visenya pick her head up to look him in the eyes.
"You're point?" She frowned.
"Have you seen the dragons?" Jaime began sitting down at the table across from her. "I'm sure they miss you."
"Too many people." She began closing her book and placing it on the table. "In The Red Keep."
"How so?"
She sighed. "Your father and sister watch me like a hawk. I can't even go to my own chambers in peace without Brienne having to explain to the Kingsguard, where I am going. Since your sister thinks I helped your brother in killing her son, she want's me placed in a cell, but since her father remembers the deal he and I made, he is debating on sending me back to Winterfell to marry one of the Boltons."
"You're not going North." Jaime protested. "I won't allow it."
"It's not just that." She continued. "My handmaiden, Mira, is having issues as well, but she won't tell me what they are."
"There has to be something we can do." He began in annoyance at the antics going on. "They can't just send you North...how did you hear these things?"
"The Princess's handmaiden overheard them." Brienne explained, making both of them look at her. "They have occurred within the last day or so."
He shook his head. "If they send you to the Boltons, they'll kill you."
She nodded. "I know, and if I try and smuggle myself out of King's Landing and head toward Essos, I am at risk for being sold as a slave for a Pleasure House, once I reach there. I would have no luck finding my sister."
"And we can't betroth you to Ser Loras." Brienne began. "He is already promised to the Queen."
Visenya frowned in annoyance leaning back in her chair, before looking over her shoulder to see Blackwater Bay. It was calm. The water's were still. It was at times like these, were she wished she could fling herself into the water, and never come back. It was in times like these where she longed for Ned's guidance, and Catelyn to steer her in the right direction. Right now...everything felt wrong in her mind, and the things she did think were right, felt completely wrong.
"That's it." Jaime spoke quietly making Visenya turn her head in confusion.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Marry me."
"What?" She asked in disbelief. "No!"
"Think about it." He began. "You're worried that my family will separate you from your dragons, you're worried about where Sansa is, and you feel watched all the time. If you were married to me, I wouldn't let that happen, and I could strike a deal with my father. You wouldn't be separated from your dragons, and I would help you locate Sansa...and your sister."
"I won't be in a loveless marriage just so it benefits my needs." She began.
He let out a sigh.
"It wouldn't be a loveless marriage." He explained.
Visenya looked down at the ground and let out a sigh, before glancing to Brienne.
"Brienne." She began warmly. "Could you give us a few minutes, please? I ensure you that I will be alright."
Brienne nodded and walked away from the two of them, but did not go that far, as Visenya could still see her patrolling the gardens. Once Brienne was far enough away, Jaime let out a sigh.
"I don't love Cersei." He began, making Visenya sigh. "I haven't for a long time. Not since we had dinner together in that inn on the way to Riverrun."
She placed her head into her hands. "You would be breaking your oath to the Kingsguard."
"When I was promised to you the first time, I said the same thing to my father. The only difference was he and Robert were forcing me to marry you...now I want to marry you by choice."
Visenya shook her head glancing out at the bay again, still not believing the words coming out of his mouth. This entire conversation made her think back to when Ned told her nearly three years ago, that she was forced by Robert to marry him.
"You deserve a man of honor, but I want you." He continued. "I love you."
That made her head snap back to look at him. He noticed the conflicting emotions in her eyes, with her furred brows of confusion.
She didn't know how to respond.
She let out a breath before standing up. "I need time to think."
"Visenya." He pleaded.
She shook her head, picking up the book on poisons, before gesturing to the rest of the books. "Give these to your brother."
She abruptly started walking away, emotionally drained from the conversation. It wasn't the fact that she didn't care for the man, it was the fact that if she were to say yes to his preposition...Cersei could easily have the dragons executed. And that was something she didn't want to happen.
A/N:
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