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Thirteen Years Later
Observing from a distance, Alicent Hightower stood with the youngest princess and watched a gorgeous woman with long white braided hair engage in combat with eight knights in the middle of the field. The woman's purple eyes were filled with glee.
Princess Visenyra fought with twin blades made for her by her Uncle Daemon, the woman wielded the blades as if they were a part of herself. She moved faster than lightning could strike. Every blow was quick and precise.
The sword's silent dancer and widowmaker were beautiful, aptly named by the princess after her first real fight. As the princess fought a furious Otto Hightower, made his way towards the field. He was preparing to shout at his daughter and Princess Rhaenyra for being on the field without a guard, but the shout was stuck in his throat as he saw the telltale signs of Princess Visenyra being on the field.
As he entered, the last knight fell to the ground, a sword to his throat. "Do you yield? " A strong Valerian accent rang out as the princess spoke. The knight nodded quickly before running off. The Hightower lord bowed his head. "Princess, I was not aware that you had returned".
Visenyra smiled. "I arrived in the early hours of the morning. How are you Lord Hand? " The young princess was loved dearly by all of Westeros, known as the Realms' blessing. She had gained quite a good reputation among the common folk and nobles alike.
However, she had left to travel three years ago, and the man had to admit he missed the girl's presence. She kept Prince Daemon in check and was the reason his wife had lived to give birth to two more sons and train their daughter.
As usual, the princess made it her mission to train the knights appropriately, and the man could not say that it was not ladylike, as several women in the Targaryen family wielded a blade before. The princess had grown even more beautiful and the Hightower lord wondered about her marriage matters, but that was not his concern.
Visenyra hated Otto Hightower, but he would never know that. The princess sheathed her swords before smiling at her sister. "Shall we visit mother?" Rhaenyra smiled and nodded before turning to Alicent, who was already following her father, and the two girls shared a wave.
Visenyra walked towards her room to get changed while Rhaenyra waited with one of the old guards "Why do you look at my sister as if she is a different person?" the guard was really her sister's sworn protector but when she travelled he stayed with Rhaenyra the older man sighed.
"Because she is a different person, she has grown up and is independent. " Rhaenyra nodded before she could ask another question. Visenyra returned. Her long hair was brushed and flowed down, touching the small of her back as she walked.
As usual, the princess wore a red gown that mimicked the styles of Mereen and Dorne. Instead of her swords, she had two Valerian steel daggers tucked away and her usual dragon necklace. Visenyra was nineteen and unmarried. Many had asked for her hand, but the king always refused Visenyra would choose her own husband.
The two walked towards their mother's bedroom. She had recently lost another child and was placed on bed rest. Visenyra had returned immediately after she received the news. Her eyes immediately fell on her mother, who sat staring out the window.
"Mother, I have returned" Aemma turned to look at her eldest child and smiled "Come tell me of your trip" Rhaenyra also eager to hear sat down near their mother as Visenyra began to talk of her travels from Dorne to Mereen, Yunkai and Qarth she spoke of the unsullied and the Dothraki. Trying to distract her mother from the pain, she spoke of the clothing and societal differences. Finally, she spoke of Valyria and how she had found the ruins.
As her mother and sister listened, Visenyra wondered if she could tell them of the vault, but decided against it. Aemma soon fell asleep listening to the tales. Rhaenyra watched her mother with worry, but Visenyra just shook her head and guided her sister outside.
"Rhaenyra, I need you to remember that while Alicent is your friend, she is the daughter of an ambitious man unlike you who can disregard our father. She cannot disregard Otto".
The younger princess just nodded while Visenyra silently let a tear fall before wiping it away. Her parents told her to watch over Rhaenyra, but she had no idea how to handle her sister's naivety. Visenyra was innocent but had more understanding of the world they lived in.
Her sister was sheltered, and soon she would discover that the world was cruel and unfair to those who expected it to go their way. As her sister left the hall, Visenyra entered her mother's room. "You can only fake sleeping for so long Mother" Aemma opened her eyes and watched her eldest child.
"Does she know?" Visenyra shook her head and looked out her mother's window "I haven't informed her she will find out in a day or two" Aemma sighed "Are you sure Visenyra?" the princess nodded before glancing at her bare hands "Laenor prefers men mother plus I enjoy Mekar's company".
Aemma sighed, "So the second son of Qoren Martell is your chosen husband?" Visenyra laughed "When I visited Dorne I loved it and Mekar and I have already informed his parents he has agreed to take the Targaryen name".
Aemma looked at her daughter before realization dawned on her "You know something" Visenyra flinched before lowering her eyes to her mother's belly and then to her face "Please stop trying for an heir that will kill you"
Aemma's eyes filled with pain as she understood the words said by her daughter, who now refused to look her in the eye. Visenyra glanced over at her mother before silently leaving. If she was right, her father was in a council meeting with her uncle.
As she entered the room, all the men bowed except for two. "Now that Visenyra is here, tell them what you found out on your travels. " The princess nodded and sat in the empty seat next to the King.
"We are seen as savages in the case of marriage," the room filled with argument, but the princess was not bothered as she shouted, "BE QUIET!" The lords paused and turned to the princess who sat calmly as if she had not shouted "It seems that girls are betrothed at five and ten most at six and ten to gentlemen closer in age and only married at eight and ten the latest is twenty and three"
The lords watched their princess in shock. "Why so late?" Otto Hightower asked with a confused expression. Visenyra sighed and then looked the man in his eyes. "The younger the girl is when she gets pregnant, the more likely she is likely to die. Her body is more likely to die in childbirth or not carry the babe due to how young she is. "
Several members of the court paled, thinking of their daughters and wives. The princess was right, as most of their wives suffered many miscarriages before they gave birth to their children. Even the Queen was an example.
Visenyra leaned back in her seat and took a small drink from her cup. "Change the laws quickly before we become an even bigger joke to others. " The council was filled with men who quickly agreed to this and drafted the law to be decreed.
That was the end of the meeting as the men left the princess turned to her father and spoke "We are Valyrian father review the laws of our ancestors and apply them you are not an Andal" The princess then left the room her father sighed he knew that Visenyra was going to be the saviour of their house so he would have to listen carefully to her words.
