Perzys Ānogār {HOTD}

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Visenya Targaryen was every bit the fierce warrior her namesake was. She was talented with a sword and a bow and arrow, she rode on one of the most feared wild dragons in existence, and she was unforgiving to anyone who crossed her. She loved her siblings and her mother with everything she had, and she would protect them at any cost.

For as long as she can remember Visenya had always put her siblings first. After it was announced that she and her twin, Aegon, would be married when they came of age, it was proposed that her sister Helaena should marry their nephew, Jacaerys, in order to unite the two feuding sides of the Targaryen family. However, Visenya knew that Helaena would be happier, and safer, if she stayed with their family, and so she convinced her mother that Helaena would be better suited to their brother, Aemond.
When their father ignored her brothers accomplishments, whether it be in the dragon pit or the training yard, and celebrated their nephews, Visenya would take her anger out on the two Velaryon boys in the training yard the next day and let her brothers beat her so that there was no competition.
And whenever she saw her mother upset and frustrated with her life, the hatred Visenya held for her father and half-sister, Rhaenyra, grew tenfold. Her mother was in a loveless marriage, and consistently saw her husband neglect their children and favour his first born and grandchildren.

In her morning lesson, 14-year old Visenya was sat moodily in a sewing circle with the young ladies of the court. There was nothing she hated more than sitting like a good little princess, gossiping, and butchering whatever sewing pattern she was supposed to be doing, and to top it off Alerie Tyrell and Alys Reyne thought it was a good idea to get on the wrong side of an already pissed off princess. The two older girls were sat opposite Visenya, giggling and (not so quietly) whispering about Helaena.
It was no secret that her younger sister was rather strange, she loved bugs and critters and she often spoke in riddles, but Visenya would never let anyone ridicule Helaena. Of all her siblings, Helaena was the one Visenya was most protective of. She was sweet and kind, and the world they lived in was harsh and cruel. The two ladies, though older than the princesses, often forgot their station, and it wouldn't be the first time Visenya 'accidentally' spilled wine on one of them, or let slip that she saw Lady Alerie sneaking away from a feast only for one of her fathers men to follow after her moments later.

"Lady Alys, I hear your father is looking at potential suitors for a betrothal," Visenya asked innocently, concocting a plan in her head.
"Yes, princess, he has received letters from many great houses, but it looks like Lord Willem Tyrell will soon be my husband." Alys beamed. It was known that Alys wanted her father to betroth her too Alerie's older brother, Willem, heir to Highgarden. He was a handsome young Lord, but he was plain in comparison to the beauty of the Targaryens.
"That is wonderful," Visenya gushed with fake enthusiasm, "if you'd like, I could speak to my father and have him put in a good word."
"I would be so grateful, princess, thank you." Alys no doubt thought that with a word from the King, her match would be set in stone.

There would be no way, Visenya would ask her father to talk Lord Reyne into betrothing Alys and Lord Willem. She would talk to her mother though, and ask her to suggest Karstark, perhaps, or maybe an Umber. Somewhere far away from the man she wants, and her family.

"And what of you, Lady Alerie, has your father started looking for a match?"
There were whispers throughout the court that Alerie had been sneaking around with one of her fathers guards, the youngest of three Tarly boys who stood to inherit nothing. Everyone, including Alerie knew that she would be married for political gain, not love. But, her father had a tough choice to make considering there were whispers about Alerie's virtue. Perhaps Visenya would suggest a Frey or a Greyjoy, a house that wouldn't care if the Lady's honour was in question.

"He hasn't made a decision yet, Princess, soon though, I hope," Alerie replied with a nervous smile.

"I could speak to my father on your behalf, too, if you'd like?" Visenya asked, she knew the Tyrell girl would be nowhere near as enthusiastic as her friend.