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“We each survive in our own way.” // to visenya ii from alicent.
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There she was…the dowager Queen…the once dearest friend of her mother…the mother of the man Visenya had been in love with for her entire life…Sitting in the large chasse near the window; she did not even know that the young Targaryen princess was there. Nothing was left for this woman except her own thoughts while Aegon III sat on the throne with his young wife…Alicent’s granddaughter.
“Are you sure, you survived, your grace?” the young dragon inquired. The once shy and scared but proud girl who her mother held in high regard for a long time turned into a woman…no one knew or what was left of one. The pale face...the dark shadows under her eyes…everything making the woman older than she truly was… “You survived by living after leaving the war,” she paused. “Why did you not take my son?”
Her gaze slowly looking downward. “I did leave the war. I was tired of my House’s blood being spilled for a war that your father caused…and you followed him in the downfall of this great House,” she replied, anger beginning to seep into her words. Visenya was angry. The dragons were weakened by all of this, and the ones left were the ones she was watching over and that of her half-sister. “It was YOUR war with my mother that destroyed everything.” She said, her gaze darkening her violet hues.
Slowly she moved to stand in front of the woman…Visenya was not a cruel woman, but her family was gone…for what? A throne that was stolen…by a woman who hated the Targaryens way and forced to marry one. “Where is your God now? Where are the Maesters now for you, your grace?” She asked pouring some wine then handing it to the woman. “But now you survive by sitting here, staring into nothing and reaching for children that are not here.” In some way, the young Targaryen’s heart broke for this woman…she was her grandmother by marriage, after all…she had been kind to her as a child…but now…too much pain…too many memories…
“I will watch over your granddaughter as best as I can, but I know there are already men making their play to get their daughters to the new King.” Visenya made this promise knowing she would do her best, but she would be spending her days in Dragonstone as her brother had given her the ancestral home.
Turning slowly to leave, she heard the voice of Alicent one final time. “I want to see my sons again, and Helaena, my sweet girl, oh…and King Jaehaerys. Or maybe, Rhaenyra and I will read again like we once did…”
The request was filled with sadness and heartbreaking to the young Targaryen…at the mention of her own mother; sadness filled her heart before her hand rested on the handle of the door…pulling it open and walking away from the last person that was a part of her life…leaving Visenya alone from everyone she truly knew.
❝ I want to keep you safe. ❞ to daenys / from aemond.
Daenys looked at Aemond, they were about to get married, a union to try and calm the animosities between the two families. It was not a decision that de Greens liked, but it became an order from the King and they all must obey.
The king's health was deteriorating fast, to the point that he had confused her with Rhaenyra, and had asked for her to be in the great council to the displeasure of Otto.
"Tell that to you grandsire. All he sees is a bastard too close to power for his liking."
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❝ The blood of the dragon does not weep. ❞ to daenys / from vermithor.
Daenys had her knees to her chest and tears down her face. She looked at the dragon, the dragon of the Old King that she had claimed.
"Sometimes....even dragons have to weep. Or we will be swollen by our own darkness."
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