I would like to note that Targaryens are idiots and their tempers are fucking ridiculous. That is all. ;)
Do not forget what I said," Daemon growled in her ear as Visaera clung to him, "Send a raven." Nodding frantically, she swallowed hard, attempting to keep her tears at bay. Another restless night had claimed her. Birds were singing as the light crested over the narrow sea, but Visaera only felt like screaming. The rest of her family had already said their goodbyes and launched themselves into the sky. Rhaena waited patiently for her father, already secured to the saddle.
"I don't want you to go." she whimpered against his coat, shaking her head in denial.
"I don't want to go, my sweet, but I'm worried for your mother." Despite her sorrow, she had to agree. It seemed that nearly every day something agitated the future queen to the point of discomfort; the babe's health was far more important than her wants.
"Make sure Maester Gerardys takes care of her." Daemon lifted her chin and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Avy jorrāelan, kepa." Visaera told him.
"I love you too, Visaera. Remember, for any reason..." Fervently nodding, she stepped back and watched as Daemon mounted Caraxes and the dragon lifted off, the dust and wind stirring around her. The light of dawn in her eyes made her uncomfortable, but she stared determinedly into the sky until dragons disappeared from sight.
It was still early when Visaera returned the keep and she wondered if Alicent was already waiting for her. The last thing she desired was to have breakfast with the Queen, especially now that her family was gone.
She realized, in hindsight, that she shouldn't have said anything the night before. Her temper kept getting her into trouble and her lack of control didn't help the matter. Now that she was alone amongst the greens, perhaps Larys Strong was going to have her killed; if she kept angering the Queen, he certainly would.
She wanted to bridge the distance built between both sides of her family but she didn't know how. Having a heart to heart with the Queen seemed like a good place to start, but she was lost on what to say. Alicent seemed all the things a queen should be, on the outside, but on the inside, her heart was a black hole. The constant self-righteousness and hypocrisy angered Visaera to no end.
Aemond had insisted his mother didn't hate her; that thought alone carried her into the Queen's chambers to join her for breakfast.
"Visaera, do come in," Alicent greeted politely when she noticed her lingering near the door. "Sit, please." Her tone was kind, but the queen's eyes said everything her tone did not. In that moment, Visaera realized how much she hated those eyes... "Last night was hard on everyone, I'm sure,"
"I wish for us to speak plainly, my Queen." Visaera finally offered, unable to stand another moment of false smiled and polite tones.
"Very well." Only pausing for a brief moment, Alicent let the words tumble out, "Your behavior last night was rude and unacceptable. I thought after the little incident at our family supper, you had agreed that kind of behavior would cease."
"Yes, I did say that," Visaera agreed, "But I hardly see how it's fair that Aegon insults my sister and it would go without repercussion. Jace was defending her honor."
"Jacaerys has no right to lay his hands on the prince of the Seven Kingdoms!" Alicent snapped. Visaera sighed, fighting the urge to spit something sarcastic back at the queen.
"While I apologize for my tone and being disrespectful, my sentiments remain the same. You hate me and my brothers, anyone with eyes can see it."
"And anyone with eyes can see why," Alicent replied sharply, her eyes burning. For the first time, the queen finally acknowledged what Visaera had always known, "Just because I can't prove you were conceived before your mother married, doesn't mean I will blindly believe you are Laenor's offspring, Gods give him rest." How dare she talk about her father? Clenching her left hand into a fist, Visaera finally lost her self-control.
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Dreams, Dragons, and Deceit || Aemond & Aegon Targaryen
FanfictionWhat happens when Rhaenyra and Daemon's night in the brothel turned out to be more than what the princess admitted to? What happens when a child is conceived that night? What happens when that child is a girl, born the perfect image of a Targaryen p...