Fallen Flames

Chapter One

King's Landing,

282 AC

   The Lords and Ladies of Westeros stood in the great hall, hundreds piling on each other in hopes of catching a glimpse of the last trial. A weak figure emerged through the large doors in shackles, the guards having to drag her along causing an eerie noise to be made as the cold metal scratched against the stone floors. She was thrown in front of the king, her skin burning as the pairs of eyes burrowed into the back of her head. 

      "Well look at her, the last dragon" The King grumbled with a soft laugh.

      "Not so intimidating now are they?" He asked Jon Arryn, his hand. She finally shifted her head up, the new Baratheon ruler seeming to flinch at her cold gaze.

      "What a foul bitch indeed" The crowd joined their new king with hesitant laughs, they were the same crowd that had once laughed at her father's jokes, the same crowd that'd do anything for their Targaryen king. In her mind, everyone was a traitor, no one would ever be safe from that title after the sacking of King's Landing, not even the kingsguard. Her eyes found Jaime's, especially not the kingsguard. She was a little dragon surrounded, and ready to die. She imagined if this was what the dragons felt when the smallfolk overthrew them 150 years before. When they stormed into the pits and slaughtered the beautiful creatures. Visenya also began to remember when everything changed, when her path was redirected to force her here.

     She was 13 when the cracks began to show. It was a beautiful day at Harrnehal, perfect for jousting. Visenya had cheered excitedly when her brother won, the young girl grinned, a giddy feeling in her stomach arose when she saw Rhaegar heading for them with a crown of blue roses. But the feeling faded when he passed his family. And her brother settled before the Starks, naming the young lady Lyanna Stark the Queen of Love and Beauty. She distinctly remembered the pained look on her sister, Elia's face when it had happened. And she vividly remembered the shouts of Robert Baratheon and Oberyn Martel. The next few years were different than Visenya had ever recognized, Rhaegar had taken Lyanna and started a war in the process. A war that would destroy everything. Visenya was always prepared for every situation, she had the books of her ancestors to thank but she was unprepared for the unraveling of her own father's mind. King Aerys grew uncontrollable, violent, and dangerous constantly shouting and berating anyone and everyone in sight. And when he arrested Brandon Stark, forcing his father Lord Rickard Stark to bring troops down to King's Landing, she knew there was no turning back. She screamed, she pleaded with her father, begging him to spare the Stark's lives in front of anyone and everyone. But the King simply shouted, waving his hand and sending her away to the dungeons, even her mother couldn't save her. She spent months down in that dark damp cell, months that changed the girl mentally, hardened her soul and mind into something almost unrecognizable from the one admired princess.

     She was 15 when everything fell apart. A guard had desperately let her free, muttering something along the lines of "The Lannisters are at the gates" Visenya was left behind, terrified as Lannister bannermen rushed into King's landing. The lions who were once their allies trampled into the Dragon's territory. She used her knowledge of the palace to slip away quickly into the hidden halls, holding back her screams when she saw the slaughtered guards and servants she had known since she was a child. All too familiar faces frozen in a state of horror. Sobbing, she rushed to her mother's room, hoping the queen would be the most protected, giving her the greatest chance of survival. But as she turned the corner she passed Elia's room. Loud crashes and bangs could be heard from the door. The young princess only took a few steps, peaking into the slightly ajar door to see a ghastly sight. Her violet eyes began to water as she saw the brutalized bodies of her niece and nephew Rhaenys and Aegon, their small frames tossed in the corner like it was nothing. The only thing recognizable was her nephew's striking silvery hair that was matted with blood. She then noticed her sister on the bed, a man towering over her as she was forced onto her stomach, Visneya had seen him before, the man was a knight under the Lannister's command. Ser Gregor Clegane, the mountain, a knight of the Seven Kingdoms who was supposed to protect the innocent. Elia was crying, sobbing uncontrollably until she noticed the girl in the doorway. Her silvery hair caught the Dornish woman's gaze, for a moment Elia might have screamed for help, and shouted at Visneya to save her. But she knew what the knight would do, and she couldn't watch another death today. "Run" She mouthed to her, hoping the girl wouldn't be stupid enough to distract Clegane. Visenya froze, her mind running a mile a minute as she felt the taste of bile rise in her throat. The image of the children's bodies burned into her head, just as Elia's pained face would be