"cousin, it is good to see you," says a deep voice in high valyrian, making vissera instantly know who it is.
daemon.
"it is good to see you too, daemon," vissera responds in their mother tongue. with daemon, you never know when privacy may be needed, especially in a random bar in pentos.
"you look not a day older than two and twenty, my lady." daemon's eyes are twinkling in mirth and suspicion.
vissera knows what's brought this on. she is going on one and thirty, yet she never aged past her twentieth nameday. the people of the seven kingdoms are starting to speculate dark magic is involved, or that she sold her soul to the rulers of the seven hells for her youthful appearance.
"you flatter me, my prince." with that, vissera stands up and walks out of the bar, already expecting the footsteps that followed behind her. she walks to a small room she had rented in the corner of pentos, away from the busy town center. she leaves her door open for daemon, already sitting down on her bed and undoing the laces in her boots.
a few seconds later, she hears the door close and look, and then the sounds of curtains being shut. moments later, daemon saunters into her room, looking all sorts of intimidating, hands on dark sister.
"easy, cousin. i know what the realm speculates, but none of those whispers hold true. if you be so kind as to sit down so i can explain my predicament."
she knew daemon wouldn't listen to her, but her invitation to sit down alerted daemon that it would be a long tale.
and a long tale it was. she tells him about how she rode her dragon to the edges of old valyria, guided by her magiks and how the gods of old whispered in her ears the prophecies of old and new. she told him how she spent a year and a half training her body, mind and soul to withstand the greatest adversities and become one of the realm's greatest protectors. she then eventually got to the part where the gods of old stunted her aging process.
"i don't know why they did it, to be honest. i could still be the realm's defender and age naturally. but i've learned not to question the gods, nor the valyrian pantheon. they set me on a path i am willing to follow to its bitter end."
after that, daemon stood quiet, brooding in a corner and pondering what vissera had just told him. vissera paid him no mind, unlacing her boots and changing into her night clothes with no regards to daemon still in the room with her.
they've done worst things together in their youth.
"if you would like to join me in bed, you may do so. if not, please be so kind as to shut the door as you leave. i do not wish to be waken up in the middle of my sleep whilst a commoner tries to steal all my keep."
when vissera wakes up in the morning, the opposite side of the bed is still warm.
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gasp... is this... plot??? MAYBE! or maybe im never gonna elaborate on vissera's appearance and make her the tim drake of this hotd au 💅🏼
also... if you caught that past relationship... :p
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Fanfiction❝we are dragons, we were meant to burn together. but sometimes, we all just want to rise towards the sky.❞ [HOUSE OF THE DRAGON AU] [SOMEWHAT CANON COMPLAINT] [FIX IT FIC] [TEAM BLACK]
