𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬/ daemon targaryen

𝟏𝟕. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞

[109 AC]
Visenya

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For a moment I forgot who Daemon Targaryen really is. I forgot that he is selfish and immature. I did not fell for him, of course! But I started to like this new version of my reckless cousin. Specially after what heppened between the to of us. Last night was... intense. But it won't happen again. Never.

However I was leaning on the archway  of the entrace, waiting for Viserys. I kept on staring at the wall, trying not to think about him. My memories assumed control of my mind as I closed my eyes, recalling myself every moment of our approximation. The way his fingers stroked my skin. His tongue sugging on it and-

"Cousin." I snaped out of my thoughts as I saw Viserys who was standing a few meters away from me.

"Your Grace." I raised from the cold ground and bowed my head to the King. But he seemed a bit serious. Not a bit, I would say he was... tired and disillusioned. "You demanded to see my. What is bothering you, Your Grace?" I asked, trying to ease the tension.

"Come inside." he muttered without even looking at me. Despite this, it is uncommon to see such behaviour from him. One of the Kingsguards opened the door to his chamber. I entered the room to see a huge paper model of our town, King's Landing. It was intriguing that he decided to do such a tusk. And it's still incomplete. "You're to be a strong Queen, Visenya." he stated while walking towards me. Years of running away from even thinking about becoming a ruler and now I can perceive the change in my mindset. Perhaps I needed time, to think of my future and my plans for it. I realized that my wantings doesn't matter. The sooner I understand that and realise that my fate will always be in the hands of others, the better.

"I'll do my best." I confirmed, examinating every small piece of the model. Perhaps being the Queen is my destiny. Or not. But now I know that it is my birthright. As a daughter of Princess Rhaenys and Prince Valerion. My father was King Jaehaerys's son and my mother his granddaughter. She was supposed to be the Queen not some puppet of Otto Hightower.

"Although, you made a bad choice Visenya." he said looking directly at me. I didn't make any choice recently as I'm not the one to decide. But I'm not treated like I don't matter. I am stubborn and if something wasn't right, of course I opposed. In the end my opinion is indisputable.

"I need to understand what're you talking about, cousin." I turned around to face him and leaned my back on the table, crossing my arms on my chest.

"You do remember when I told you about a Song of Ice and Fire" he asked lifting his chin. I frowned looking at him curiously. I looked around the room and noticed a small fireplace and a dagger that was stuck in it.