Viserra Velaryon is the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and the late Lady Laena. When she turned 19 the fates played her a trick. She is sent to Kings Landing to be with her grandfather Corlys.
She hates the entire city. The city contains Aemond. He s...
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"Sound of the waves, song of the woeful wind. Beauty of yearning, the tune of my heart. For once there was a time, when I sat by your side, and right before our eyes the world was open wide." - Heart Like a Grave, Insomnium.
Viserra! Please understand!" her fathers voice cut right through the giant wall of adamant she had placed between them. Daemon Targaryen was pacing, curled fist placed in his other hand behind his back. He was walking around the Hall of Nine as if his life depended on it. He had been pacing for a while now and Viserra was scared he would make marks in the floor if he did not stop soon. "No!" she said, voice defiant as ever. Fuck this entire conversation. "You can not send me away, I refuse!" she continued, crossing her arms and huffing out a breath. "This is not up to you, I have already made arrangements for you. You are leaving today!" Daemon turned to her, and finally stopped pacing. Viserra refused to look at him. "You are sending me to them-" she began, knowing her fight was lost before it even began. She would not let him leave without hearing her opinion. "-so you can fly off to Dragonstone with Rhaenyra! Have you forgotten my mother already?" Viserra knew she had overstepped. Daemon had loved her mother, Laena. She knew it, but his allegiance to Rhaenyra was already stronger than the memory of her late mother.
Daemon whirled on her, and he placed one of his hands on her neck and forced her face to his. "Never insinuate that I have forgotten your mother again." He grabbed her chin and stared her down. "Never!" Viserra only stared back, not looking away. When her father let go of her neck she almost lost her footing. It had startled her, but it had not hurt. Yet, she cursed him under her breath, wishing she had a choice. "You are leaving today, Seasmoke is waiting for you!" Daemon said by way of departure and did not look back.
She had claimed Seasmoke as hers a few weeks after her uncles funeral, and he had accepted her. Yet, when her mother had passed she had tried to claim Vhagar, only for him to be stolen by one of the Princes. Aemond. His name was like a curse. She hated him. And now, her father was sending her straight to him. She did not believe it. She was sick of never being able to state her own opinions. She wanted to live her life, not his. She walked out of the Hall of Nine and into the main hall. Wind from the sea ripping at her pale hair as she walked. She knew it pained her father to look at her, she looked so much like her mother that she had stopped using the mirrors for a time after her funeral.
Still, she was Viserra, not Laena. She was her mothers only child, the great light in her grandparents life and the heir to Driftmark and the Driftwood throne. "Grandmother?" she called as she entered the great hall, trying to listen for her. She hated shouting, it echoed so loudly off the stone walls it made her head hurt. "Viserra?" Rhaenys' voice came from the dining room to the left and she followed the voice.
Her grandmother was sitting at the table, reading scrolls and writing replies, fingers curled around a goblet of wine. Her hair dragged through the drying inks as she turned her head and she cursed. "He is making me leave, please help me" she begged, walking over to her grandmother and taking her hands. "My dearest love, there is nothing I can do! You will do great with your Grandfather, and you will be in his care. You know I must stay here and watch over Driftmark." Rhaenys had great sadness in her eyes as she saw her granddaughters face fall.
