The wild Dragon|| Jacaerys Velaryon and Aemond Targaryen

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Jace's pov
Gods Visenya is stunning. Everything a Queen should be. I know she doesn't want to be queen. It's not a secret. I feel terrible that my parentage has pushed this onto her shoulders. I'll help her through it in anyway she needs me to. I have to. After all it's all my fault. I find her with Aemond training slowly. She's reteaching him. I hate that she's gotten hurt in the fight.

She's healing okay thankfully her wounds do not fester. I stop and watch the beauty that is the girl I've come to love. I don't care that she prefers fighting. Or that she's killed her septas.  I don't care that she's brash and loud and a drinker. She's visenya. Perfect. I watch as Aemond refuses to give up even though he's blatantly tired. He wants to be able to fight just as well as before if not better.

Visenya's pov
Laenor is dead. He's...he's gone. Another father to me...gone. They tried to kill my mother. He paid the price of her safety. I stare out at the ocean thinking of the times he took me out on boats as a child. He taught me how to fish and about the tides. I wasn't his. But he loved me just the same. "Vis" it's Aemond. "I don't know what to say" he says gently. And I shrug "life ends with death. It's inevitable. No one's spared even the good hearted." "Don't do that Vis" he tells me. "What?" I ask. "Push your pain aside. Hide. You don't need to do that with me. Or any of us really. You just lost your father. Not by blood. But still" he sighs. I shrug "he's gone. And that's it. There's nothing left. The world will move on. And so will I" standing. He stops me "that takes time Vis. It's okay to mourn him. and miss him."

"I'm fine" I tell him walking off. I see jace. We know Harwin is their father but laenor raised them. Loved them. Claimed them. "Vis" he says his eyes bloodshot. I hug him and he sniffles as I comfort him swallowing my own pain for his sake. I feel Luke hug me with Joffrey. I hug them and we spend the day together. Me putting their needs first. I don't shed a tear. I end up on the beach again at night having made Jace, Luke and Joffrey go to bed. "Little dragon" my fathers voice rings out. He sits next to me "have you cried yet?" "Why? Do I have to?" I ask. He kisses my hand "I know how you cared about and loved him. And I can also tell you've been avoiding crying" "you've been watching me?" I ask. "Of course. You're hurting and hiding it. When you do so you know you become destructive" he points out and I chuckle "I'm fine. Death is inevitable and doesn't discriminate. It's fine" with a shrug. "You're right but what's not fine is you avoiding your emotions for the sake of others. It's just us here princess. Let it out" he replies tugging me close and I let my walls crumble and I cry for my loss of my second father. He's gone