No sooner she exited the throne room, she mounted Aegonar, and took to the skies with Daenerys's body, leaving behind King's Landing. Due to the fact that Sunspear was so injured from fighting Drogon, much to everyone's surprise, she didn't accompany Visenya and Aegonar. No one knew where Visenya was going...not even Jaime nor Aegon, as even when they entered the throne room, she didn't even acknowledged them...she just picked up her sister's body, commanded Sunspear to burn the throne, and walked away like it was nothing.
Utterly shocking in some ways.
No one knew what to think. No one knew how to act. Since the moment it was announced that Daenerys was dead, all of King's Landing erupted into confusion, as there officially was a succession crisis. Not only was Daenerys officially dead, but Cersei was as well. In response to the succession crisis, ravens were immediately sent out for the remaining Highborn families of Westeros to come to King's Landing at once.
A week had passed and Visenya had still not returned with Aegonar, and the various Lords and Ladies of the realm who had come to King's Landing, expecting a queen to be there, were met with confusion and disbelief at the fact that there as no queen...currently.
"Have there been any reports of seeing Aegonar from any of the remaining towers or outposts in and around the city?" Tyrion asked as he and a few of the others were in a council meeting, trying to piece the city together without Visenya.
"Nothing that the scouts can report." Davos sighed. "Nothing over the Blackwater either."
"Anything over the Riverlands?" Tyrion continued looking to Edmure expectantly, hoping Visenya was there.
But Edmure shook his head.
"No." Edmure admitted. "Nothing at all."
"She's not North either." Sansa began. "I could recognize Aegonar anywhere, and she hasn't flown North."
"Where could she have gone?" Tyrion asked. "To Dorne?"
"She wouldn't have gone to Dorne." Ellaria interjected. "Oberyn isn't there, and neither is Elia. Dorne meant nothing to her sister, so why would she bring Daenerys there."
"She could've brought her back to Meereen." Davos mused. "Seeing as Daenerys was the ruler."
"And why would she do that?" Jaime asked in annoyance. "No sooner they realize Daenerys is dead, they'd shoot Visenya out of the sky."
"Perhaps she went to Starfall?" Brienne mused. "To return Dawn back to Ashara Dayne."
Jaime began to rub his temples. "Why would she return a sword that was given to her?"
"The woman deserves to be tried for her crimes." Grey Worm began. "She murdered my Queen."
"Your Queen, who wanted to burn down the entire city and destroy thousands of innocent lives?" Jaime immediately responded, immediately silencing the man.
Aegon, who was silent the whole time, abruptly stood up from his seat and began to walk out.
"Where are you going?" Jaime frowned.
Aegon stopped and turned around. "I'll fly with Sunspear across the Narrow Sea and survey Essos from above."
"Sunspear is healing and too weak to fly." Jon responded to his brother.
"Then I'll ride Noth, then proceed South to Oldtown, and then to Dorne." Aegon continued. "Surely she has to be somewhere."
"You are not going on a hunt for her by yourself." Jaime scolded. "Sit down."
"She could've gone West." Arya began. "Seen what's West of Westeros."
Jaime shook his head. "She wouldn't do that. She probably is on Dragonstone."
"Then let's go to Dragonstone, and bring her back, so we can settle the succession crisis!" Aegon explained before Jon roughly grabbed his arm.
"Ambushing her, and dragging her back here is both idiotic and mindless." Olenna began, making all heads turn towards her. "Give her some room to breathe. She is grieving the madness and loss of her sister. She will return...but give her time."
Meanwhile
Dragonstone
It had been a week since Daenerys died in Visenya's arms, and while Visenya had begun to feel guilty about murdering her sister, in the back of her mind, she knew she did the right thing, and for the good of the realm. She knew no sooner she'd return back to King's Landing she'd be incarcerated or hanged by the Unsullied, but she knew she had to go back.
When she arrived on Dragonstone with Daenerys's body, she felt a familiar pit in her stomach (which she originally thought was because of the fact that she still is pregnant), but she believed that a certain emptiness filled her. She felt like she was missing something, and she was. Daenerys. While they never did get along, Visenya knew deep into her mind that maybe in a different life they would've...or if they had met sooner in their lives.
However, she did know the best place to lay her sister to rest. Dragonstone. It was the same place where her mother was laid to rest when she died, as was many other Targaryens as well. Considering that the Sept was destroyed thanks to Cersei, Visenya figured it'd be the best to have Daenerys's remains on Dragonstone.
In the week that she had spent there, she made the preparations for her sister's burial. From the various texts she read over the years, she knew the traditional way to burry a Targaryen was through Valyrian custom, which was through dragon-fire. No sooner she entered the palace, she wrapped Daenerys's body in ceremonial funeral linens while she built the funeral pyre.
No sooner the pyre was built outside of the Dragon Mount, Visenya placed Daenerys's body upon it. No sooner she did, tears began to fill her eyes, as she fully started to process the loss of her sister. Her only sister. Tears began to fill her eyes as Aegonar stepped forward and looked at her expectantly, almost like he knew what she wanted him to do. With tears in her eyes, she said the words.
"Dracarys." She murmured under her breath, but it was loud enough for Aegonar to hear.
No sooner she said the words, Aegonar erupted dragon-fire onto Daenerys's body and Visenya sighed, trying to regain her composure. Her nose twitched at the smell of burning flesh, but she still kept her composure, trying not to cry at a moment's notice. She stayed in front of the pyre until the fire finally burned out. Once the fire had finally died down, she saw the small ash pile in front of her and sighed.
Daenerys was officially gone.
On that note, she turned around, put the hood of her cloak up, and mounted Aegonar, taking to the skies once again, heading back to King's Landing. Was she ready to face the Unsullied? No. Was she fully prepared to talk to anyone? No.
All she wanted to do was lock herself away in her old room, the room she had when she was a child, not wanting to speak to anyone for the time being...and she had a right to.
She needed to.
No sooner she landed Aegonar amongst the rubble in the throne room, she carefully slid off of him with ease, before he took off, heading down to the Dragon Pit. No sooner he left, Visenya began to head towards Maegor's Holdfast and to her room, and as she roamed the various halls, she eventually came across Mira, who was in the middle of bringing tea to Olenna who was in a discussion with Jaime in the Small Council chamber, as the two stayed up all night, discussing potential areas she could've gone with Daenerys."
"Good Morrow Mira." Visenya spoke with haste as she climbed the steps towards the royal apartments.
"Good Morrow, Your Grace." Mira spoke nonchalantly as Visenya passed, but no sooner she realized it was Visenya, she dropped the tea tray, and began to sprint towards the Council chamber.
No sooner she pushed open the chamber doors, all eyes were on her.
"Do you know how to knock?" Olenna asked in annoyance from her seat. "And where is my tea?"
"Apologies, My Lady." Mira began. "But she's returned."
"Who?" Jaime frowned.
"The Queen." She immediately responded, making the two of them jump from their seats, and follow Visenya's handmaiden out with anxiousness.
Within a matter of moments, Jaime, Olenna, Mira, Jon, and Aegon were all standing outside of Visenya's room, wanting to see if she would open the door to speak to them...but she did no such thing.
"I'll try." Mira explained, before gently knocking on the door. "Your Grace, it's Mira, would you like some tea? We're all worried for you."
No answer.
Mira then tried to open the door, but that's when she realized the door was locked.
"She's still grieving." Olenna explained. "Give her time, and when she's ready to talk, she'll come to us."
2 Weeks Later
"Try again, this time, relaxing the bow arm." Jaime began to Aegon as the boy struggled operating the bow, unlike his aunt, who could operate the bow with ease. The two of them were in the training yard trying to pass the time. The entire kingdom came to a standstill, as Visenya hadn't come out of her room. The only person she'd allow into her room was Mira, and the only reason she allowed Mira in was for water for baths, bringing her food, and bringing her tea.
She hadn't opened the door to anyone else.
But then again, no one tried to, since they didn't know how her grieving process was going.
"Is there supposed to be tension?" Aegon asked as he started to pull back on the string. "It's stiff."
"That's the point!" Bronn called from his position on the balcony overlooking the training yard. "It needs to be stiff to let the arrow fly."
"You are the opposite of your Aunt." Jaime explained with a small smile as he gestured to the target again.
"She was able to be a marksman at ten." Jon mused watching his brother.
"I believe it."
"Apologies for interrupting, Lord Snow, Ser Jaime." Mira began as she walked up to the both of them. "I wanted to speak with you about Her Grace."
Jaime gestured for Jon to continue helping Aegon as Jaime began to walk alongside Mira, heading back into the Red Keep.
"I apologize for interrupting you and Prince Aegon." Mira began.
"You have no need to apologize." He replied as they began to head up a staircase, away from the throne room, which began to receive it's repairs. "Did she eat today?"
"A little." She sighed. "She picked at the venison, but didn't finish everything. Maester Wolkan ensured as long as she is putting something into her body, she is fine as of now...but as the stages progress..."
"It will become unhealthy for the child she is carrying." He finished. "I know...I wish I could talk to her."
"I'm sure she would prefer you to speak with her." She explained, as they climbed another staircase leading to Maegor's Holdfast. "You're probably one of the only people she wants to see."
"She's probably fearful for what the few members of the Unsullied might do to her." He mused. "But the rest of us know...and Grey Worm knows, that they won't be able to touch her."
They came to a stop at Visenya's door.
"Could you get Helaena?" He asked. "I'll go in to talk to her, but I know seeing Helaena alive and well will make her happy."
Mira nodded with a small smile. "Indeed it will. Her door is unlocked...good luck."
"I'm going to need it." He murmured as Mira walked away. His fingertips grazed over the doorknob , as he took a deep breath before turning the doorknob and entering his wife's room.
At first glance, he couldn't find her. She wasn't sleeping, she wasn't sitting by the fireplace...almost like she wasn't around at all.
"Mira, I said I'm not in the mood for tea this afternoon." A quiet voice called to the balcony.
"I'm not Mira." He quietly replied.
She turned her head over her shoulder from her seat overlooking Blackwater Bay.
"Mira and Maester Wolkan thought it was time for you to speak with someone." He began.
"So they sent you?" She asked calmly. "As their sacrificial offering?"
He huffed in amusement. "Perhaps."
She shook her head before turning to look back over the water, which was in fact extremely calm. Some parts of the city (which were destroyed by either dragon-fire or warfare) were already beginning repairs, and from where her balcony was, she could see some repairs beginning on some of the buildings.
But the realm was still without a Queen.
The two sat in silence, as neither knew what to say to the other. Jaime knew this entire conversation could go either two ways.
She could scream and make him leave.
Or, she could explain what happened calmly.
The only problem was, she was highly unpredictable.
That's when he noticed her beginning to pick at her cuticles, indicating one thing.
She was anxious.
Just as he was about to speak to her she broke the silence.
"I took her to Dragonstone." She quietly explained, still looking at her hands. "I wanted her to be near our mother."
"I figured that." He sighed. "Are you alright?"
She shrugged, still looking down at her hands. "Somehow burning Daenerys's body unlocked something...it's like all of my years of sadness and grief hit me all at once. I never had time to mourn the death of anyone in my family...for the last few weeks I've been mourning the loss of my entire family. I did realize something though."
"What is that?" He asked.
"I finally understood what you had to endure...when you killed Aerys." She sighed, finally looking up to look him in the eyes. "The way that I sat down on that throne...the entire scene was the same one I pictured when you told me the story of how you killed him. I laughed at myself as I felt like the Gods were mocking me."
"Why?" He frowned. "Because you married me?"
"Because you and I truly have something in common." She explained glancing towards the water.
He was quiet for a moment before he broke the silence.
"The fact that it is murder-based it quite astonishing." He mused, before the two of them started laughing.
In truth, it was the first time she laughed in weeks.
"Stay here." He said after their laughter calmed down.
She frowned, watching him get up, and exit the room, and no sooner he left, she looked back to the water. She was happy that she was finally grieving the deaths of her family members, but at the same time, she wondered what the cost was?
Was she the Queen?
Was she considered a conqueror?
Was she considered a usurper?
Was she considered a tyrant?
Her racing thoughts stopped once her door opened again, but instead of just Jaime coming in, she was met with Jaime, Aegon (who had bandages around his hands), and Helaena (who was squirming in Aegon's arms, trying to get to her mother.) And no sooner Visenya saw Helaena and Aegon, a familiar light was back in them again.
Visenya immediately stood up and took Helaena into her arms, holding onto her tightly...almost like she never wanted to let her go again...and she didn't.
"Nyke dōrī nyke ūndegon ao arlī.(I never thought I would see you again.)" She murmured into the small child's ear, closing her eyes, to savor the moment.
"I'm glad you're alright." Aegon began, as Visenya also pulled the boy into a hug.
When they pulled away she frowned, before hitting his shoulder.
"Ow!" Aegon began with shock. "What was that for?"
"For going after Drogon on your own!" She scolded. "What were you thinking?"
"Yes, please tell us what were you thinking?" Jaime asked in agreement.
"I thought you were dead!" Aegon began. "Considering you and Sunspear were falling out of the sky!"
"What happened to you?" She asked, gesturing to his hands.
The boy shrugged. "Burns from Drogon's fire. Maester Wolkan says they're minor, and I should be lucky they weren't more serious."
Visenya nodded pulling the boy into a hug again, also holding onto him tightly, not wanting to let go. She didn't want to let neither Helaena, nor Aegon go.
"Where's Myrcella?" She asked turning to look at Jaime.
"With Arya and Sansa visiting an orphanage." He explained. "She wanted to see if anyone in Flea Bottom needed aid with the damages caused during the siege."
Visenya nodded. "Have they chosen a ruler yet?"
Aegon shook his head. "They were waiting for you."
Visenya sighed, knowing that there was still one more problem that needed to be fixed.
Deciding the next ruler of Westeros.
A/N:
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