The Fire That Burns Within US - Aemond Targaryen

The Beast With No Bones Plans And Hunts For Blood

134 AC - Iron IslandBattle has changed Visenya, both physically and mentally. The Princess's body was now littered with scars from battle, some she remembers getting while others she doesn't. Along with the scar across her face and the burn marks on her arms, Visenya's worse scare is in the middle of her sternum. She was lucky enough that her armour and breast covers the scar but whenever she see the scar she is reminded of the day she almost lost Ben.

As she looks at the Lords and their sworn shields that sit at the table she is digested. The lot of them had indulged themselves on the food and drink the crown provided. None of them would leave the camp to fight, the only ones she trusts at the table are Benjicot and Robert Tully. The three of them had grown close the past year, a bond has formed. They would protect each other off and on the battlefield and would support one another through choppy waters.

The three had fought together in every battle, taking Blacktyde, Old Wyk, Salt Cliffe, Orkmont, and Great Wyk side by side. Each one of them had saved one other in some way. Visenya had taken an arrow through the shoulder protecting Robert and a dagger to the chest protecting Benjicot. Benjicot had taken protected Visenya from her own dragon's fire, burning his should badly and an arrow to his ribs for Robert. Robert had almost lost his arm protecting Visenya and an arrow through his thigh protecting Benjicot. There were other instances where they protected one another.

Benjicot had kept his word of attending meetings with the princess, translating what the Lords would say to one another but it quickly apparent that Visenya needed to learn the language when Benjicot had grown uncomfortable with translating it. The two had made a deal, she would teach him high Valyrian and he would teach her the old tongue. Both had grown fluent in the respected language. Robert had no interest in learning the languages at first but felt left out when the two would take to one another, he was too stubborn to ask them to teach him now though.

Visenya sits on the left side of the table, with Benjicot to her right and Robert to her left. She had once tried to sit at one of the heads of the table but the Lords had laughed and told her that she was not worthy of that spot. Visenyas right-hand holds on tightly to the dagger on her hip and her left gripping onto her cup. Visenyas chest is rising and falling at an irregular pace with her jaw clenched, Benjicot and Robert make eye contact with each other behind Visenya. They both can understand that she was about to do something bad.

Visenya armour is well worn now, some pieces were swapped out after they had been burned by the wildfire and the once polished metal chest plate was now dull, sourced, and has dents in it. Visenya now wears a scarlet undershirt, not house Tarygarn red but house Blackwoods, from the way that it was oversized on her it was clear that it belongs to the big Benjicot. Visenyas hair was now done up in a complex maze of braids, with a three-headed dragon hairpin placed in the middle, many of the lords had asked each other what man they thought braided the Princess's hair and they all agreed that it must be Benjicot because the Tully women are known for keeping their hair unbraided and down. Benjicot had also changed in the year, the man had grown even bigger than before and his hair now falls in short black curls, and many of the Lords had noticed the dragon bone dagger he now wore at his hip.

"Bitchesrinn muðr munu munu ór meiri nýtatt of minn kock," one of the Lord's sworn shields says and the men around him laugh while looking at Visenya. 

  The bitches mouth would be of more use around my cock

Visenya looks at them and unsheathes her dagger.

"Zaldrīzes ȳdra daor," Benjicot tries to stop Visenya, using the nickname he had chosen for her. But it was of no use. 

  Dragon don't