Visenya let out a sigh of frustration as she read through one of the books that were in the library. Since the talk she had with Daenerys, and since she saw Varys's execution, she had been trying to avoid her sister at all costs, not wanting to antagonize her anymore than she already had.
Not that she tried to in all honesty.
"Why're you in here?" Jon asked, noticing how deep in thought she was, as he entered the library.
"I'm contemplating my life choices." She explained as she closed her book to look him in the eyes.
"And why is that?" He asked as he sat across from her.
She shrugged as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Don't you ever think about what would happen if things didn't go the way they had?"
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I mean in regards if my brother lived...and my father...if Robert's Rebellion didn't happen." She began, getting a distant look in her eyes. "I've begun to think of it recently."
"How do you think it would go?"
She sighed. "There probably would've been a war with the Dornish...since Rhaegar would've still married Lyanna Stark, Rhaenys and Elia would still be alive, Viserys would still be alive...we probably would've all lived within the Red Keep...under Aerys's grip. He probably would've still continued to burn citizens with Wildfyre...executing the innocent. I probably would've been either married off to one of the Lords of the realm, and Daenerys would've married Viserys."
"Do you want that life to happen?" Jon asked in curiosity.
"At one point I did." She began. "When I was younger, all I wanted was to have my family back together. Those first few years living in Winterfell were torturous. Every time a visitor came around, I locked myself in my room, and prayed it wasn't Robert Baratheon. But as I got older, I began to realize that I considered the Starks my family more so than my own by blood. Looking back, I don't think I would change anything...everything has some how fallen into it's place, almost as if the Gods had wanted all of this to happen."
"Perhaps." He nodded in agreement.
A moment of silence fell over the two of them, before she built up the courage to say what had been plaguing her mind for the past few hours.
"She shouldn't have killed Varys." Visenya began, as a stern expression came over her face.
"Yes she should've." Jon began. "He betrayed her."
"He was forbidding her to become Aerys." She countered. "If she sacks King's Landing, she will become The Mad Queen."
"She's not mad." He countered.
Visenya scoffed. "If you truly think she is not heading towards becoming mad, then you are lying to yourself. She is not perfect, Jon. No one is, I clearly am not, and neither are you. I fear if you stay by her side, she will not only destroy King's Landing, but she will destroy you as well. She knows who you and Aegon are...you are both threats to her. If either of you makes an incorrect move, you both could loose your heads."
Jon looked at her in disbelief and in silence, having difficulty believing the words that came out of her mouth, but no sooner she began to walk out, it had finally clicked inside of his mind what she had been saying...if he made a wrong move, he could end up like Varys.
As Visenya walked through Dragonstone, trying to gather her thoughts together, trying to piece together all of the chaos that had become part of her life. Just as she was about to pass the throne room, she heard people speaking.
"The people who live there, they're not your enemies. They're innocents, like the ones you liberated in Meereen." She heard Tyrion say, and she slowly turned her head around the corner of the entryway to see Tyrion and Grey Worm standing before Daenerys who sat on the throne.
Daenerys scoffed. "In Meereen, the slaves turned on the masters and liberated the city themselves the moment I arrived."
"They're afraid." Tyrion continued. "Anyone who resists Cersei will see his family butchered. You can't expect them to be heroes. They're hostages."
"They are. In a tyrant's grip. Whose fault is that? Mine?" Daenerys countered with snark present in her voice.
Visenya shook her head in disbelief at the words she was hearing come out of her sister's mouth. Even after their talk, she still didn't want to hear anyone's opinions.
"What does it matter whose fault it is? Thousands of children will die if the city burns." Tyrion continued, practically pleading to her.
But Daenerys wouldn't let up.
"Your sister knows how to use her enemies' weaknesses against them. That's what she thinks our mercy is - weakness."
"I beg you, my queen-" Tyrion pleaded but was cut off by Daenerys.
"But she's wrong. Mercy is our strenght. Our mercy towards future generations who will never again be held hostage by a tyrant."
Visenya's eyes widened at that comment, fully realizing that her sister's words were ironic in a way. She claimed not to be a tyrant, but as she listened to the talk she had with Tyrion, the only thing that ran through Visenya's mind were the fact that Daenerys's ideas were those of a tyrant. Even if Daenerys didn't realize it, Visenya had lived through enough rulers to fully realize that her sister was slowly but surely becoming that of a tyrant.
Swiftly, to not have either Tyrion or Grey Worm find her, she practically ran down the various halls to get away from the two of them. Just as she entered her room, she saw Jaime and Aegon sitting at the table, in deep discussion, both abruptly turning their heads when she walked in.
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What're you two doing?"
"We're trying to figure out the best way to get to Pentos if this entire thing goes South." Aegon explained with a smile.
"And how do you suppose we'd do that?" Visenya frowned in suspicion as she sat down beside them.
"It's simple really." Jaime explained. "We sail North, then from White Harbor, sail to Pentos."
"And what about the Iron Fleet?" Visenya questioned with a small smirk, as she watched the man freeze in thought. "Dragons would be faster."
"That's true." Aegon nodded in agreement.
Jaime's eyes widened. "I am not getting on that flying death trap again."
"Then we can't leave." She countered. "Plus, I will not abandon the people of Westeros."
Aegon looked to Jaime and nodded towards his Aunt. "I told you she'd say that."
"No you didn't." Jaime countered.
"Yes I did." Aegon nodded again. "Don't you remember? When I told you about-"
"Please stop the both of you!" Visenya demanded before she began to rub her temples. "I swear you both take years off of my life."
"He does, not me." Jaime began as he gestured to Aegon.
She narrowed her eyes. "Really? I'm not the person who promised Bronn a castle."
"You promised Bronn a castle?" Aegon asked in disbelief.
"Not just a castle, he promised him Highgarden." Visenya explained.
"How is that possible? You don't even have the power to promise him Highgarden?" Aegon asked. "Did you ask Olenna?"
Jaime fell silent as he looked in between Visenya and Aegon.
"I believe that's a no, Aegon." Visenya explained turning toward her nephew.
"Olenna's right, you are an idiot." Aegon nodded.
Just as Jaime was about to reply, Tyrion entered the room.
"I hope I am not interrupting your conversations." The man began.
Visenya shook her head. "Not at all, if anything we're all debating if we make an escape to Pentos, or if we stay here and watch the world burn before our very eyes."
"How would you do that?" Tyrion asked sitting across from Visenya. "Fly on dragon-back."
"He's petrified." Aegon began gesturing to his uncle.
"That's surprising, but I shouldn't be surprised." Tyrion began before gesturing to Jaime's golden hand. "Do you ever consider taking it off?"
"Why're you here?" Visenya questioned. "Surely there is a reason as to why you've come to see us, considering I am my sister's enemy."
"I highly doubt she sees you that way." He countered. "If anything she is beginning to see me that way."
"How so?" Jaime asked.
"She believes that I failed her, by allowing for Varys to betray her. She said that if I fail her again, it will be the last time I do so."
"She'll kill you?" Aegon frowned.
"No she'll sell me into slavery...yes she'll kill me!" Tyrion said in disbelief at the boy's confusion to his comments.
"I won't let that happen." Visenya began. "And neither will Jaime."
"Daenerys will win tomorrow." Tyrion began. "But Cersei will fight her till the bitter end.
"How?" Jaime asked. "Cersei has the Lannister army, and according to Aegon she has the Golden Company from Essos, and part of the Iron Fleet."
"The city will fall tomorrow." Tyrion countered.
"Two of Daenerys's dragons are dead." Aegon began.
"My dear boy, I defended the city the last time it was attacked. I know it better than anyone." Tyrion explained. "It will fall tomorrow. Unless we take intervention now."
"Then we're all going to die then?" Visenya asked. "Tomorrow? If not before? She already has branded me a traitor for marrying your brother."
"Maybe we should fly on dragon-back to Pentos." Jaime mused. "Get Helaena and flee."
"And go right past the Iron Fleet, who have Scorpions that can shoot dragons out of the sky?" Visenya countered.
"There won't be an Iron Fleet for much longer." Tyrion countered as he looked to Visenya. "We need to take intervention now. We need to reason with Cersei."
"Are you serious?" She asked with slight frustration. "You want me to fly to King's Landing and reason with Cersei to surrender the city to Daenerys? No sooner I step foot in the Red Keep, Cersei will behead me."
"I'm not talking to you." Tyrion explained slowly turning his head to look at his brother.
"No." Jaime immediately replied.
"It's our best shot at surrender." Tyrion countered.
"He steps foot in The Red Keep, he's going to get killed." Aegon mused as he leaned back in his chair, putting his feet on the table. "It's so predictable."
Visenya's eyes narrowed. "Aegon, feet off the table."
Aegon immediately rolled his eyes and did as his Aunt had commanded him.
"The bells need to be rung. If all the bells in King's Landing are rung, and the gates are opened, that is the signal that the city will surrender." Tyrion explained.
"How can you be certain?" Visenya frowned.
"Because it happened during Robert's Rebellion." Jaime interjected, before turning his head to his brother. "I won't be able to get to The Red Keep, but I can potentially command the Lannister army to surrender."
"I can get to The Red Keep." Aegon interjected, making all eyes fall on him. "If I fly with Aegonar to The Red Keep, I can rescue Yara Greyjoy, Ellaria Sand, and her daughters, since they are still Cersei's prisoners."
Visenya shook her head. "I won't allow it."
"I survived The Longest Night, I survived numerous assassination attempts...I owe it to my mother, and to Dorne, to rescue some of it's people." Aegon explained, making Visenya sigh and nod in agreement.
"Daenerys will execute you on this." Jaime began. "Even just talking to us...she'll execute you."
"If Daenerys can make it to the throne without wading through a river of blood, maybe she'll show mercy to the people who made that possible. Tens of thousands innocent lives, one not particularly innocent dwarf...it seems like a fair trade."
Tyrion then stood up and walked out of the room leaving the three of them in silence again. Visenya's face became twisted in thought.
"Senya?" Jaime asked, bringing her back to reality. "What's wrong?"
"Daenerys can't get the throne...she plans on murdering King's Landing to get to it." She began, with a shake of her head. "She's on the way to becoming a second Aerys."
"She'll massacre King's Landing?" Aegon frowned. "Why?"
"King's Landing hasn't been innocent with regards to our family." She explained. "Hundreds of years ago, they stormed the Dragon Pit and murdered all of the dragons living there...I am uncertain as to why Daenerys want's to destroy the city, but I am certain she wants to be shown as a Conqueror, more so than a savior."
"So what do we do?" Aegon asked.
Silence came over Visenya, as she fell in deep thought, before the various ideas began to come into her head.
"Here's what we will do."
A/N:
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